I was a happy kid. I was also a fortunate one. I had a great childhood. I had loving parents and a family that loved me, and was more than good to me. Being that I had such a wonderful upbringing, I have many extraordinary memories (but then again, I do sort of have an elephant’s memory) of all the amazing things I did as a young Healthy Chow. Some of the memories are really random: sitting in the backseat of my mother’s champagne-y/green colored Volkswagen and staring at the passenger seat’s dangling seat belt while telling myself I should remember that moment for the rest of my life (I think I was about 4 or 5 years old – very random!), cutting pictures of food from magazines with my sister and then pretending I was cooking that meal as I placed those pictures in my kiddie pots and pans (the beginning of the foodie in me), and listening to Johnny Carson’s voice on the television through the shut door of my parents’ room when I was supposed to be asleep (oh yes, Healthy Chow hated to go to bed!). But most of all, the memories were sweet, special to me, and ones I’ll keep in my mind and heart forever.

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One of the fondest and most vivid memories I have is spending Easter with my mother’s side of the family. I remember being dressed in a new Easter outfit (usually identical to my sister’s), attending Easter Mass, rushing home after Mass so I could see what the Easter bunny brought me, and of course, being a part of my Uncle’s Easter egg hunt. Oh, the Easter egg hunt! My Uncle used to spend so much time hiding both those brightly colored plastic eggs (the ones that broke in half so you could stuff them with candy) and those egg-shaped candy eggs (the ones that no one ate). Even though the only people that were actually hunting for the eggs were me and Michelle, the competition was fierce. As Michelle would find an egg, whether it be tucked behind a rock or hiding in the bushes, I would excitedly scurry around the yard trying to do the same in order to keep up. Finding those pastel and neon-colored eggs was such an adrenaline rush, it brought me closer to beating out my competition and of course, I got to eat more candy. But as an adult, I now realize that it signified so much more.

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As a child, I was carefree and happy-go-lucky. While racing around my grandparents’ yard looking for the eggs, I had so much hope and excitement. Finding each egg was an adventure in its own. There was no recollection of the previous found egg, no worry or stress of where the next egg could be, not even a trace of apprehension that there might not be any more eggs to be found. There was just the hope and thrill of finding that next egg. That hope and thrill was what kept me going, it was enough to fuel my fire until the hunt was finally over and it was time for brunch. And when all was said and done and the only thing that was left was a basket filled to the brim with those brightly colored eggs, all I could do was stare in wonderment at what I had just accomplished and be content. I was happy with what I had succeeded in achieving, and proud of all that was in front of me. I was surrounded by my loved ones, having the time of my life, and filled with an overwhelming feeling of optimism.

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Naturally, I didn’t realize the significance of the egg hunt when I was a little girl. Back then, I’m sure I was just psyched to get a basket full of trinkets and have more than enough candy to eat for the next several months. But as I now reflect, I can see that often times what we seek in life, is something that we had all along. We are all born with the dreams and desire to be and have anything we want, it’s just a matter of finding it.

(Young Healthy Chow with Michelle and Cookie in front of our grandparents’ yard)
Happy Easter! Do you have any fun Easter memories? Are there any Easter foods/meals you are looking forward to eating?
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Namasté,
Nicole








































Hi, I'm Nicole and welcome to Healthy Chow. My last name is Chow and this is my journey to living a life that is healthy and well-balanced. That being said, I thought Healthy Chow would be an appropriate name for my blog! I love to eat, I'm growing my love to cook and I'm in love with family, yoga and creating my own jewelry. This blog was started as a way to remind myself (and the world) that there isn't just one definition of healthy. We each just need to find our own meaning. Please join me as I find mine.
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