I guess a great part of Easter appeal is the Friday to Monday break. I don’t think religion explains all the excitement I could perceive around, even knowing how religious people are. I think religiousness and festiveness come in a single pack to the Africans and I believe they might be following the right philosophy: religion is good as long as joyful.
For me this was an experimental period. I prepared marzipan and shaped it as fat almonds to share with my divers. I boiled and colored eggs, setting them in spicy dough. Traditionally it should be the sweet-spicy bread dough we call merendeiras and folar, but once again I decided to improvise.
This was the first Easter I could unmistakably relate with change. Change of season. Change of mind.