Betzabroad…My personal recipe for tasting our big, fat, wonderful world

Our celebration of the risen Christ always involves family, food, music and prayer. The bountiful food is personal because the recipes have been passed down for three generations here in the U.S. I hope that when I cook and serve my grown children their great-grandmother’s handwritten tsoureki recipe they can understand that her substitution of anisette and orange juice for Mahlepi was born of economic necessity and the ingenuity of an immigrant.

When we feast on lamb, we remember that Jesus Christ allowed himself to be the ultimate sacrificial lamb.

When we crack the eggs dyed red and exclaim “Xristos Anesti”, we avow the reason for our feast. And a feast it is…

So grateful that God sent His only Son to die for us all, trample down death, grant life to those in the tombs and save us all by His amazing grace.

Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen! kali Anastasi!