"Hope you had lots of eggs for Easter." |
"Hope the kids didn't steal your eggs." |
By the time my children came along, the process of dying eggs had somehow lost its luster, and I don't remember that they thought it was fun.
Today, I am happily free of the eggs and the dye. I made hot cross buns instead. But -- I still remember that once upon a time it was fun to dye eggs on the Saturday afternoon before Easter. KW
[The messages on the back of the postcards seem to indicate that the children on the farm enjoyed a lively Easter game of finding hidden eggs -- and also stealing them from others.]
3 comments:
We dyed eggs. I believe we were having fun, but it's not an activity that I miss as an adult. It's smelly and messy and sometimes the dye would leach through to the egg, making it unappetizing in appearance.
Smelly and messy -- yes. And I think by the time I was dying eggs with my own children we were aware that real eggs need to be refrigerated, and we also knew we shouldn't eat a lot of eggs at one time. Seemed like a waste to cook up all those eggs, even though it really didn't matter. Eggs are always cheap at Easter time.
I'm pretty sure that real eggs are no longer used in organized Easter egg hunts. I never cared about those either. It's the people out in front that win the prizes.
I love deviled eggs, egg salad, and potato salad. That said, we haven't dyed eggs at our house since the kids were young. You're right--it's messy work, but it was definitely part of the holiday when I was young and a (supposed) necessary carry-over when I became a parent.
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