Christmas and Easter are the two big festivals on the Christian calendar. We tend to be in India for Christmas and Easter in Hong Kong has never lived up to what it would be among extended family in India. I refuse to give up on it completely; till a couple of years ago, I would avoid meat and dessert on Good Friday and try to get into a reflective mood, even though I don’t count myself among the believers.

This year, though, I pretty much forgot about Good Friday, and whacked into my fair share of chocolate. I have two Easter traditions – an Easter egg hunt (basically a glorified chocolate treasure hunt) for the kids and a lunch at a restaurant that does Peking duck (no particular reason for eating duck in Easter; just that we’ve happened to choose that restaurant for two consecutive Easters).

Obviously, the latter wasn’t going to happen, but I did do an Easter egg hunt for the kids. Being me, I got my act together only on Saturday afternoon, so nipped down to the shops to buy chocolate (instead of eggs, I use Lindor balls and Ferrero Rocher). To my horror, the supermarket was packed; beyond wearing masks people were making to attempt to stand further away from each other in the checkout queues and there was one woman I kept running into despite my best efforts who kept sneezing. Arrrrgh!

V has been extremely diligent about making sure we don’t need to grocery runs too often but supplementing with online ordering and insisting our helper be disciplined about doing a grocery run as soon as shops open. I thought he was being a bit extreme, but I had to eat my words.

Anyway, last year, we did the Easter egg hunt at home at Nene’s insistence (because he was afraid other kids would barge in and deplete his stash, probably because he knows his mother would encourage other kids to barge in) even though we have a maze downstairs that would be perfect for the purpose. The previous year I had done a mix of clues and random searching, but they insisted they didn’t want that. This year, to my surprise, Nene said he wanted the hunt in the maze.

It’s a simple thing to organise, but they do enjoy it, even though I wish Nene wasn’t so competitive about the number of eggs.

For lunch, I wanted to order in, but realised we’d probably struggle to get a delivery in as early as we’d want to eat (11.30. I know!), so we ended up making a trip to the wet market after ages and buying crabs, which V cooked up.

We had a couple of video calls with both sides of the family, which was nice. Also had a big video call with extended cousins – it was nice to see everyone, but the number of people was pretty unmanageable.

It does make me think that one of the big disadvantages of living abroad is how festivals become a very small affair.