Most years, I go with my mom to get the basket blessed even though I'm not Catholic (she is.) It's a nice tradition. She always brings the same S&P shakers, so those are the holiest S&P shakers in the world.
I am always appalled that the priest at her chuch asks for "donations" of candy & food. He walks up & down the aisles holding his smock out like a pouch collecting from everyone. I'm always tempted to toss in a piece of greasy kielbasa to teach him a lesson.
This year, we went to a different church.