The house smells of freshness, because my mother always said that everything should shine before Easter. I love this pre-holiday silence with the smell of lemon, soap and something homely. Towels are drying in the kitchen, clean windows let in a lot of light. This light awakens not only the house, but also the mood. Every year my son and I take out a box of Easter napkins and Easter cake molds.
I always knead the dough in the same bowl that my grandmother once gave me. I knead it for a long time, with prayer and warm thoughts. The dough should be tender, elastic, obedient. And every time I ask in my mind that this year will be peaceful, calm and warm for all of us.
Easter is not only about baking.
It's about the love that fills the house. And even if something doesn't work out, it will still be delicious, because it's made with soul.