Risen indeed!

Get out your number twos, kids, it’s time for a pop quiz!

What is your ideal Easter feast?
a) Classic Eggs Benedict (much like I had last year)
b) Baked French Toast
c) Honey-glazed Ham
d) Traditional Pork Roast

If I were taking this quiz, I’d leave the question blank, take my automatic F, and never look back.

Don’t get me wrong – I’ll be the first to commend my sister and brother-in-law for their delicious fontina/speck/onion strata served with bacon, fruit salad, and hot crossed buns that I had for Easter brunch earlier today. But even so, there’s been something else that’s had me suffering with hunger pangs for quite some time. For 40 days to be exact.

For Lent I gave up both candy and ice cream, and while I’ve done this in years past with only mild discomfort, this year has been particularly cruel (reading this a few weeks ago in MIX magazine did NOT help). When one of my friends asked me earlier this week how I would celebrate the end of my "probation," my mind started running wild. Sure, I had some Skittles and Jolly Rancher jellybeans earlier today to mark the occasion, but those were merely to tide me over until the main attraction.

I wanted to indulge in something so lip-smacking, so delectable, so downright good that one could not even fathom how it could ever be bad. So with that, I present you Allison’s ideal Easter feast:


Umpqua’s tin roof sundae (that’s vanilla ice cream with chocolate-covered peanuts and a fudgy chocolate ribbon) then drizzled very liberally with melted chocolate and peanut butter, only then to be adorned with crushed malt ball “eggs”

That’s right – it’s a sundae on a sundae on a Sunday. Some might say that my Easter ice cream treat is a little over the top, maybe even a little obnoxious. But you know what? I don’t even care because it’s so darn good. In fact, I’m still reveling in its glory and will continue to do so…well, at least until that stomachache sets in momentarily.