Up to start the bread for this afternoon’s Easter dinner.
I’m annoyed at myself because I had intended to make croissants. But I left the notebook with the recipe at the church, and when I realized my error it was too late to pick it up. So I’m doinfg James Beard’s recipe for challah instead. I’ll braid it and give it an egg wash.
But the croissants are special. Can I tell a story?
Thirty five years ago this Easter, on Holy Saturday the night before, my father had a heart attack. He had a back ache, did toe touches to get rid of it and went to bed. Then a while later my mom, an RN, came upstairs to tell me his pain was back and he was sweating profusely. She threw a robe on him, dragged him out the door, and took off for the hospital. She later said she didn’t pay a lot of attention to the stop lights. After all, it was 11:00PM. I stayed behind to call them and let them know he was incoming. I was quite calm and collected because I figured it couldn’t be too bad, he wasn’t acting all dramatic, like in the movies or on TV. Turns out not waiting for an ambulance probably save his life.
In the wee small hours the familiy is all gathered in the waiting room, looking like zombies, myself included. So I decided to perk things up. I went home and grabbed the croissants I’d made(for the first time!) for dinner that day, got plates and jelly and butter and napkins, and brought them back. Eating is a comfort thing and folks enjoyed them.
I’m glad I don’t live in “the good old days” My father’s father had a heart attack in 1935, at the same age my dad was, and he died right away. Now we have angioplasty and clot busting drugs and open heart surgery. There was a code blue pulled on my dad Easter afternoon, and without the drugs and the shocking he might have died. My dad himself lost his dad at the age of seven, and had to grow up without him.
My father, though, was a devout man, and if he had died he said “What would have been a better day to go?” He said all he knew about the code was that "I woke up and a nurse was on top of me beating on my chest and yelling ‘wake up Harold, wake up!’ "
Sorry for such a long post. I hope everyone has a blessed Easter, or at least a wonderful day.