Anyway... We made cascarones (confetti-filled eggs) this year. Supposedly, the practice came to Italy--as did pasta--in Marco Polo's luggage from China. And since the Professor returned from China on Easter Sunday, it all comes full circle. In my mind at least.
Very, very fun.
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cascarones are like little instant parties. i don't know who first rigged up all this celebration in an egg, but they have made the world a festive place.
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