I grew up in the midwest and when I moved to Texas in my early twenties, there was a bit of culture shock. I’d been to Texas before, but there’s a difference between tourist charm and this being your home. One of my first realizations of pure shock was getting lunch at a local diner and looking around to realize that there were like 6 people wearing cowboy hats sitting around me. For the most part, I quickly adapted but there are still things that are so bizarre to me. For instance, my first Easter here I remember being so confused as to why everyone was camping. Finally, I asked Vince what the deal was. He looked at me like I was crazy and responded “its Easter” to which I gave him a blank stare and said “WHY IS EVERYONE CAMPING?” and he said “so they can BBQ on Easter” and looked at me like I was dumb. Obviously I still didn’t understand. Like why would you BBQ on Easter? You eat ham and deviled eggs on Easter, duh. Vince was literally disgusted at my idea of eating ham on Easter and I was still confused about BBQing.
Cascarones, however, are one Spring/Easter/Fiesta tradition I can get behind. Oh you mean, I just get to sneak up and smash eggs full of confetti on someone’s head and make a huge mess and people just laugh with me and think it’s funny? I get to walk around all day with confetti in my hair and no one thinks it’s weird? Sign me up!