Buttering dessert
Found on FB. Twenty years ago, I was a newlywed in one of the largest cities in the U.S. My husband worked long hours, and I was often lonely—missing home, missing family, missing the rhythm of the life I'd known. That year, for the first time in my 23 years, we weren't going to make it home for Easter. Thankfully, my sister and her husband hopped on a plane to visit. We celebrated Easter together—one week early. We called it "Mock Easter." Or, "Measter" for short. On that early spring day in 2005, we filled our tiny apartment with all the foods from back home in Nebraska. Ham and cheesy potatoes. Asparagus and strawberry pretzel salad. And, of course, Grandma's Butterfinger Dessert. We ate and laughed and ate some more. My heart—and my stomach—were full. Every year, I bring those same dishes to our holiday table. Not just because they're delicious (but seriously, you have to try this dessert), but because each one is a thread tying me back to where...
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