The boy from the neighbors, Alex came to us on the second day of Easter armed with perfume. In our country, it is customary for boys to sprinkle perfume on girls. Preventively, so that girls like flowers do not wither.

As I saw that guests are received in our house, I also put the boy at the table. I mean at a large kitchen chair as a table. We sat on the small chairs for the children. I served the boy with red wine and a plate full of cakes.

With the seriousness of our six years, we marked the moment. Alex tasted sometimes from the bottle, sometimes from the cakes.
After a while, the poor guy somehow got home and generously unloaded everything he had served at our place.
My menu from this first Easter party remained unforgettable.