I consider myself an Easter fan, including all the S&M events prior to the resurrection. I’ve even visited his tomb in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. For reasons I cannot fathom, I’ve only just learned about an (American) tradition of serving Empty Tomb Cakes for Easter. Wow! I would love to eat Jesus’ tomb!
An edible replica of the cave where Jesus was buried after dying on the cross for our sins, the Empty Tomb Cake is the standard passion week centerpiece in my childhood home. It is frosted in gray, surrounded by a field of green coconut grass, and finished off with a Hostess Ding-Dong as the stone that was rolled away. On Saturday night, after everyone goes to bed, Mom steals into the kitchen under cover of night and rolls the Hostess Ding-Dong away from the door of the Empty Tomb Cake, then retouches the frosting. On Easter morning Jesus has risen — right there in the middle of the kitchen table.