Today I did a lot of baking and preparing for Easter dinner tomorrow.
I also boiled about 20 eggs so my daughters and I could dye them for Easter. We do this every year. EVERY year.
I boiled the eggs early so they could cool a bit and dry. Just after noon, I called the girls to the kitchen to begin the egg-coloring. When my youngest walked in and saw all the boiled eggs, she commented that we really ought to use those eggs to make egg salad.
I informed her that these were the eggs we were going to dye for Easter. Didn’t she want to do our traditional indoor egg hunt through the living room tomorrow? She shrugged and commented that she’d really like some egg salad.
So I polled the rest of the house and it was unanimous. Nobody wanted to dye eggs. Everyone wanted egg salad.
I was a little sad that yet another childhood tradition has now left our household (Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy departed a few years ago). Now we aren’t even dying eggs.
When I lamented about this to my husband, he just chuckled and said, “Well, there goes another pagan tradition out the window.”
Of course, we still have our secret stash of chocolate Easter candy and jelly beans with which we’ll fill everyone’s Easter baskets in the morning. But there will be no egg hunt.
I'm tempted to use this opportunity to seque into a rant about how I've NEVER done an Easter egg hunt outdoors, but I'll spare you. Tomorrow, perhaps.
Either way, and most importantly, nobody can change the real reason we celebrate Easter, which is often forgotten amongst all the commercialism. Let’s not ever forget that.
For your viewing pleasure, here is a pathetic little photo-journal of our day:
1. Boiling the eggs:
2. The hopeful egg-dye set up:
3. Our Easter Eggs (in salad form):
4. Oh, and the pie I made for tomorrow with THIS RECIPE:
Happy Easter Everyone, and God Bless.
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