“I am the eggman,
They are the eggman,
I am the Walrus.”
So I boiled up 3 dozen eggs.
Grandwrex and pets are way too excited.
Man oh man, I hate to mix up that Paas. Vinegar smell gives me PTSD.
It’s decided to carry this operation out to the picnic table.
The kids are banned to the play gym til I get the hotwater and dye mixed up in little cups.
My first mistake. Waxed dixie cups and hotwater are not compatible. Dang it.
Back indoors to search for solo cups.
Ever helpful Hamza thinks solo cups will melt too. Use coffee cups, sez he.
Ok, ok. I got my eye outside, the littlest grandwrex is at the picnic table with a finger in the blue dye. It went immediately to her mouth. Cyanosis? Nope.
I sent the Lil’wrekker to stop that foolishness til I found enough old mugs for the dye. Put more water in the kettle.
Dang it! Where are these Moms?
Oh, yeah. Errands at Walmart for easter basket junk. I always get the short end of the straw.
Ok. The dye is all mixed up. I took a valium for my PTSD.
Yeah, baby. I’m making tie dye. Eggs.
Goo Goo g’Joob.
beck…making her own fun.
Peace and Love to all for this easter weekend!!
We did eggs today, but instructions said room temperature water on them. We had PAAS, and used Solo cups. I think that’s how we’ve done it in years past, too. They dye fine.
Warm water will be fine in Solo cups. I’ve done it many times. They only start to melt when the water gets above faucet temps, so don’t use them in the microwave.
I wonder if any Brits find it weird that we actually use real eggs instead of chocolate. These days with my tummy issues I wouldn’t dare eat eggs that had been outside so long, but it was no big deal for us kids.
^ Hey, diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
Piggy in the middle – do a poo-poo.
There is an anthology horror film called, “Holidays,” that has an interesting take on the Easter Bunny/Jesus dealie, however, the Hallowe’en segment is by Kevin Smith, so beware.
Years ago, I read a horror short story called, “Death to the Easter Bunny,” which was one of those laugh-and-scream-at-the-same-time stories. At the end, the heroes are waiting for the fat man in the red suit – they’re armed and they’re ready! (chuckle)
At 7:30pm, we were at a stoplight behind a Honda Pilot, and I saw a pair of tall ears bobbing in the back seat of the Honda. I said, “That lady’s got a rabbit in the back seat. You don’t see that every day.” My wife said, “Well, it is Easter.” Then she got excited. “The Easter Bunny! WE SAW THE EASTER BUNNY!”
I probably should have put the word “still” there, as in “still use real eggs.” It’s just that every British person I’ve talked to who mentions Easter eggs seems to be talking about chocolates or other candies, as if using real eggs has fallen out of style.
And I’ve never heard of anyone rolling eggs outside of the White House thing, but it wouldn’t surprise me if some do it. It seems to be an older tradition, coming from the UK version.
Anywhere else, I’ve only encountered Easter egg hunts.
