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IT’S CONSIDERED IMPOLITE TO talk politics and religion at the dinner table, but somehow Easter combines both. (Although not politics of the traditional kind.) Table politics are unique to every family, and special occasions bring out those, er, unique traditions, tactics and quirks each unit has. Only recently did my mother let me help her in the kitchen at Christmas. (My campaign was sustained and subtle; she had to relent when I became a ripe old ‘middle ager’, or ‘middle rager’ as I am more popularly known.) I know it took all her willpower to let me use her pots and pans and oven, as all the while I griped about her lack of food processor and Nespresso machine. For other families, there are differences in who eats what, who…
