Easter just isn't the same as when I was a kid. Grandma Hanna often provided our Easter "baskets". They consisted of a plastic cottage cheese container with a green pipe cleaner for a handle and recycled Easter grass. I think she used the same ones every year. I wish I had a picture.
Inside the basket was an assortment of non-delicious candy. Stale Peeps, stale "Circus Peanuts"(a sort of peanut shaped marshmallow creation), jelly beans, "Orange Slices"(jelly type candy coated with sugar) and best/worst of all her homemade fudge. Compared to the circus peanuts and orange slices the fudge was almost gourmet. If you can call dry, bitter fudge gourmet. We always ate our fudge. It may not have been great, but it was chocolate.
Thank you Grandma.