Good Grief, Friday!
Today is Good Friday. Now, I’ve never really understood where the idea of nailing some pretty cheerful, kind-hearted person on a cross was ever considered ‘Good’, I reckon if you asked the person being staked they’d probably call it “A Bit of A Pisser”, and we’d be observing “A Bit Of A Pisser Friday”. Shops would be closed and people would probably get more in the spirit of mourning.
- “Hey, you’re nailed to a cross, but cheer up, they’ve decided to call it ‘Good Friday” for you!”
“Have they, how feckin’ spiffy…get me down you bastards!”
But, Good Friday really marks the first of the proper days of Easter and is the scene of the fateful day that kick-started celebrations and, more importantly for this post, the traditions of Friday food.
It works like this, on “Bit of a Pisser Friday” the mortal form of the Great Bunny was visited by some right gits who dragged from his warren, took him up to the top of a hill and then staked him to a cross. This was addressed before, here.
This part of the story is where the first of the traditional food items comes in: the hot cross bun.
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In eating these symbolic buns we are freeing the bunny from his torment, removing his bondage, his solitude and the remnants of his fears. Hot Cross Buns can also be eaten with butter to represent the bunny’s sweetness, and the currants can sometimes be found to have been replaced by chocolate chips.
After the bunny was nailed to the cross, the builders, his friends and his followers waited with him; though admittedly the builders stayed because they were being paid by the hour and only had to hammer in two nails. After a while they all pretty much ran out of things to say – the bunny himself wasn’t really in to the spirit of talking about what everyone thought that hot little hare was going to wear to Spring Dance – and it was getting late, they’d all missed their dinners and it was getting close to supper anyway.
This is where the second vital feasting tradition takes place: fish and chips from the takeaway.
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When the squirrels would tell, after the bunny’s fate was decided, that his last request of a meal was a portion of fish and chips, it became a staple food of his following and pilgrimages would take place ever Bit of a Pisser Friday to buy a portion to consume on his behalf; sacrificing the food through themselves to his immortal spirit.
Now, it wasn’t until later years that the first pickled egg came about from later generations of Easter Bunnies, and has since been emulated by the race of man.
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In order to unwind, several bunnies started to host post-Easter parties, where the bunnies that survived the Easter could get together to enjoy copious amounts of alcohol, play pool, sing at karaoke, eat coleslaw and engage in hunny-bunny relations if they felt up to it. The eggs over the following days would come about as if they’d been swimming in the alcohol the bunnies consumed, the end result was hard boiled eggs that tasted slightly vinegary – though in extreme cases of bunny lushes, sometimes a soft boiled egg would be cracked open to find a cognac yolk swimming in high proof Vodka.
Nowadays, humanised versions are created when someone just leaves hard boiled eggs in a jar vinegar for too long.
That’s a posh looking chippy! Thanks for tormenting me. I’m sure your dinner was fabulous (though clearly you need more vinegar) and you can shove your pickled eggs where the sun don’t shine! Happy Easter Guisey.
That’s my local chippy, the best in Weston and less than five minutes from my door. I added the salt and vinegar later, as I know I’ll muddle my food up with other peoples if I do it in the chippy! Happy Bunnidays, babe, and a jolly old Zombie Jesus Day too!
Yes!!! I was hoping the pickled eggs would make it!! Guisey, you have made my weekend.
The eggs are all boiled and ready. My oldest son (5) has chosen the Transformers egg coloring kit. I’ll be eating Bumblebee decorated eggs with lunch for the next few days. Could be worse, at least he’s not a wuss – wanting Dora the explorer or Strawberry Shortcake or something. His little brother is two and could care less about characters (his favorite show at the moment is the awesome Yo Gabba Gabba – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggrOcBWqHiU ). He just wants to smash the eggs. Two year olds think breaking shit is funny. Who am I kidding, so do I.
A Happy Zombie Jesus day to you and yours.
It’s been a rough ride, but it ain’t over yet.
FM, you know you secretly wanted Dora eggs. Especially if they are hardboiled and you can take them to work for lunch!
Ya got me. Peeling the shell i could pretend I was peeking under her little shirt.
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Hm, now you just need Supergirl, Batgirl (from The Batman), girls of X-Men: Evolution, Gwen Tenyson (and heck, lets go for Ben 10 too, no sexism here), Kim Possible…hm, actually, the list is quite long…
Ben 10? XD Guise, let’s not go there. Kim tho, I’ll go there and then some. ^^
As for your chocolate situation, what did you expect, thinking of reviewing that much candy before Easter! We appreciate the gesture, but think of your teeth! And your taste buds, for that matter.
Dio, too late…internet, rule 34. ^^;;
Luckily I’ve only got a scant few things left to try, items that I’ve been given today. Quite a lot of the stuff, I’ve been sharing with my brother – those bags of eggs, most of the time I only had one or two before passing them over.