One Easter when my daughter Heidi was a preschooler our family attended a St Louis Cardinal baseball game. Picture this: surrounded by tens of thousands of fans, my husband, son and myself are in jeans and cardinal t shirts but Heidi is still decked out in her Easter finery- shiny shoes, foofy dress and a bow bigger than her head. Heidi is sitting in my lap with ruffles galore and we are cheering. But this is no ordinary cheer, we’re cheering our Easter cheer.

As a kid, no Easter was complete without a chocolate bunny. Mom would get each of us identical chocolate bunnies, each wrapped in shiny foil with a colorful bow around their necks. At the earliest opportunity, I’d rip off the foil and bite off as much bunny ear as I could cram into my mouth.