My earliest memories of Easter Sunday are of my Paw Paw Ed preparing the barbeque on a handmade barrel-type pit in South Louisiana. The day was filled with the smell of hickory smoke, hard boiled eggs, and wild Easter Lilies. The Cajun tradition of egg pocking was in full force with Paw Paw winning most of the pocks with his Banty hen eggs, supposedly the hardest shells of all the hens.