Lebanese Easter

One of my most favorite Easter traditions is baking (and eating) traditional Easter cookies – ka’ik (kah-ck).  If you’re pronouncing the cookie like the slang word for a part of the male anatomy, then you are saying the word correctly.  

About one week before Easter, my sisters and I usually get together to bake ka’ik.  Although my sisters gather to ‘accomplish’ the task of baking hundreds of cookies to share with family and friends on Easter, my motive is different.  I go for the opportunity to be with my sisters – to reminisce about the way my mom and aunts baked, to laugh, eat candy, catch up on each other’s children, play a few competitive rounds of 9/5 (card game similar to Set Back), to create new memories for my daughter, and to carry on the family tradition.  

Two nights ago I received an email from my sister, inviting my sisters and me to her house for the annual baking event.  I was completely taken by surprise, not realizing that Easter is in only one week.  Surprise turned to disappointment when I realized that this year, it was going to be impossible for me to join the group.  All day today, I have been trying to figure out how I could add an eighth day to the week.  All night, I have been trying to figure out how I could accomplish 6 hours worth of work tomorrow night in only 2 hours.  

I’m not really sure how I’m going to make it happen, but I know that tomorrow night, at this time, my sisters and I will be sharing passed down family recipes and creating new memories for my daughter to reminisce and cherish.  

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Published by georgiaaustin1

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8 thoughts on “Lebanese Easter

  1. You are not going to miss that. Put your work back in the bag and go make cookies and play cards. In ten years, you will not remember, and Eliza will remember being with her family.

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    1. I wish it were that kind of work . . . I have to get my friend’s house ready for her to return home…but you’re right, I woke up this morning feeling good about going and letting the rest fall into place!

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  2. Remember the time Dolly preheated the oven for something else only to melt that giant round Tupperware full of “cock?” That melted plastic smell will never leave me.
    I really wish that I could be there. Instead I’ll be playing canasta with Aunt Donna, also a win

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