Saturday, April 11, 2009

Egg Dying


One of my favorite memories of Easter as a kid was not the candy--though I admit I didn't hate it either!-- was dying the Easter eggs. My mom probably boiled 3 dozen eggs when my brother, sister and I were kids. She would give us each an egg carton filled with eggs waiting to be colored and designed. We did it the old fashioned way, with dye and boiled water and vinegar. It was stinky, but it worked.

Today I boiled 30 eggs. It took me a lot longer than I thought it would. I sacrificed two eggs from each pan to make sure they were done, and to make an egg salad sandwich. Since we wouldn't be dying eggs until Daddy got home, I collected them all back into their egg crate and set them in the fridge for preserving. Finally the hour arrived when I would start boiling the water. I always boil too much. I gathered up some old newspaper to spread across the table as the kids came flocking around in anticipation. Rich and I made 8 colors and as usual I boiled way too much water. It was time to dye eggs. Shouts of how eggs would be decorated came all around.

Ryan on the other hand was perfectly content and all too excited to simply dunk them in the cups, even if that meant putting an egg in with another egg.

"This one is fancy!"
All in all our egg dying was quite the success, and there was lots of help in cleaning up.It was over and done with very fast. But everyone had fun.

1 comment:

Emmy said...

Very pretty! We really will have to do that again next year.