He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.”
Easter is to the Hungarian candy business what Halloween is to the American. I bought a mess o’ chocs for the guys in Oregon the other day, and I almost bought more today when I was in the remodeled InterSpar which is located next to the school. I settled for chocolate muesli, the Hungarian version of cocoa puffs (which also exist). I didn’t see anything but chocolate Easter treats – no marshmallowy types of stuff or peeps – although there was something orangey in a cellophane wrapper made to look like a carrot – it definitely wasn’t candy corn, but I’m not sure what it was. I’ll report back.
Last week a teacher said the time seemed to be flying by and I agree – the weeks are over before they seem to have begun. The 12th year students meet just once a week for English Conversation and they’re out the door the first week of May, so I only have three or four classes left with them.
Rain has found its way into spring. At first it hid in the shadows, poked around a bit a night, then found its soul brazen enough that it melded with daylight today.
There’s a circus coming to town next week and it will be here over the Easter break. I can’t wait.