Happy Easter

When I was a kid, dyeing eggs was always such a big deal. We would all have our allotment of eggs to dye and we would try to make it last forever. For that half an hour or so my sister and brother and I would use perfect manners; "I need the yellow when you are done," and "ohhh, that is so pretty!" Every year my brother saved his last egg to be the "ugly egg." He would systematically dye it in each of the colors as many times as it took for it to turn brown. Usually, by the time he was done, not only was the color hideous, but the shell was smashed as well!
Preparing the egg dye for my kids always brings me back to those days. Last night the four of them sat at the kitchen table and colored their eggs. The techniques surely differed from child to child, but the results were all marvelous! Patch especially got into the action this year, dumping multiple eggs in the same cup at the same time. It seemed his goal was not a pretty egg, but rather a large, messy splash. (He succeeded in both fronts) Even Em, who is increasingly becoming way too cool to take part in such family togetherness, seemed to really enjoy herself.
So now we have just under 2 dozen beautiful eggs in the fridge. (a few didn't make it passed the dyeing process) I see a lot of egg salad in our future.