I had a long talk with my mom this morning on the topic of eating lamb on Easter. This is a long-standing tradition in my religion, yet it is one that my family has hardly ever followed. I remember when I was little my mom would scramble to put meat on the Easter dinner table. Back then, meat was elusive, and any kind of meat was much appreciated. Usually my dad would use his “connections” to get us a chicken, which my mom would skillfully butcher to make a variety of dishes: chicken soup, baked chicken, even chicken aspic.
As a child growing up in the countryside, my mom would eat lamb on Easter every year. Things changed, however, as soon as she moved to the city: her family departed from this tradition, and lamb was used less and less in their cooking. I know for certain that my dad didn’t like lamb. As for me, I remember trying a lamb shank once as a child, and not being particularly impressed with its taste.