For a lot of people, Christmas or Hanukkah (or maybe Halloween) are the holidays they remember being most excited about as kids. But me? I just loved Easter. I loved searching for plastic eggs filled with quarters (or scratch-off lottery tickets, which my dad hid for us one year. A little unorthodox, maybe, but totally awesome to an eight-year-old), going to my aunt’s house to eat shrimp cocktail (Easter always meant shrimp cocktail), and eating tons of candy. Oh, and dyeing the eggs! I loved watching those color pellets dissolve in the water, and can still remember the smell of the vinegar bath that would lock in the pretty pastel hues.