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I'm a bit ashamed. Not even my boyfriend knows, but I look forward to Easter all year so I can have a Cadbury egg. They're sickeningly sweet and messy to eat, but I love them. I only eat one every year, but I have to have it or somehow it just isn't Easter.

My mom's kimchi jigae, my dad's baked ham, my brother's grilled steaks, my grandmother's fresh baked bread with homemade butter, radishes fresh from the dirt, and some Maldon salt and my aunt's banana grapenut ice cream (cause if it's my last meal, i'm eating dairy - lactose intolerance be damned!). It would all be served outside by the lake house on a table that would be full of homemade banchan.