T'was the night before Easter and all through the house...
not a creature was stirring eggcept Mother who may have been assembling roughly crafted Easter baskets for the slack teens....
and crawling about the patio with a bowl of talcum powder to give the lady next door something to ponder.
to be boiled and dyed and consumed. Is it just me or does this egg look like Dr Lala just removed an organ from somebodies innards?
We like to buff ours up with a bit of paper towel and olive oil to bring out the colour in their cheeks.
Of course there is still an egg hunt although the older ones had to be suppressed from finding them all straight away whilst Shorty Divine ran very fast from shrub to succulent in a frenzy of egg gathering.
The counting of the twenty eggs is of vital importance eggspecially as we like to hide and rehide them until they get a bit crushed and soft. Curiously, after finding 120 eggs, there always seem to be just twenty in the kitty. Eggs here are not kept by individuals but always donated to the egg kitty to be divided up later. We follow Mother's Rule of Eggstrapolatory Eggodynamics- the total number of eggs is always divisible by the total number of eggsplorers. Even Steven!
Lala suggested we make Easter potatoes too. After all they are ovoid so they too can be eggsamples of eggdom.
This cut down on peeling time and made for rather pretty spuds.
They lost their colour but tasted great with some bush herbs and posh salt.
There's that pyrex bowl again. I just can't use it enough!
Hope you all had a restful and pleasant Easter with no chocolate headaches.