This Easter Sunday has been different from most, mainly on account of our teenage son not being at home. He is sleeping over at a friend’s house. They are Buddhists and don’t observe the Christian interpretation of this time of renewal. With seven children in their household it has far more appeal for him to wake up there than here!
Wikipedia tells us that:
Another thing happened outside the norm this morning – our neighbour came to the door (or should I say one of our neighbours; we are in a complex of 32 dwellings). I tried to ignore the knock as I was sitting up in bed reading the paper. I suspected perhaps religious zealots looking for recruits or salespeople. But the knocking persisted and it was timid, almost friendly.
Turns out Grant was seeking advice on how to cook a 4.5kg whole salmon for lunch with the in-laws (hasn’t he heard of Google?). He knew where to find 2 chefs under one roof – albeit ex chefs (‘non practicing’?). He is a New Zealander, like my husband, though from Maori not Pakeha origins. He has recently been made redundant from his work as an engineer and is now driving hearses for a funeral company and ‘loving it’.
We talked him through the stages of preparing the fish, making special note about an implement he could easily devise to scale it (though most fish is sold already scaled these days it is wise to give it another run through). This is a ‘kiwi’ invention and involves simply nailing 6 beer bottle tops upside down to a thin length of wood.
We also spoke at length about the different flavourings he could put inside the cavity of the fish before cooking it – fresh ginger, shallots, lemon, dill, butter – and then about the cooking time involved.
At the conclusion of our door step chat I said that the most important thing he had learnt from us was that he had to consume 6 beers before cooking the fish.
We have Easter eggs in the cupboard. They seem a bit superfluous today without the teenager. He is on a health kick which negates things like chocolate and involves regular visits to the gym. There is the prospect of sharing this colourful booty with extended family members when we meet for a picnic tomorrow, Easter Monday.
Wikipedia also states:
My family in New York advised me that this Easter weekend is just a regular 2 day weekend to them, and that religious holidays are not observed on their national calendar. I realised then my own parochialism and ignorance!
The 2011 Consensus says that New York is currently made up of 68% Christians, of which 38% are Roman Catholic.