About those eggs…


Jen on the Edge asked about Easter hoppenings  happenings around the blogosphere. At our house this year, it was a bit of a shock to realize Easter was coming. It shouldn’t have been a surprise; I work in a church. The boys and I had been attending handbell choir practice and the adult choir was busily preparing an Easter anthem (not to mention an anthem each week throughout Lent). I was extra busy during Holy Week because we also had a Tenebrae service for Good Friday. But Easter traditions for my own household were pushed to the back burner during that time.

Luckily, there was a good supply of eggs in the fridge. I boiled them on Saturday morning and at 8pm, SnakeMaster, H-J and his girlfriend were ready to decorate the eggs. I think they did a fabulous job (Wednesday’s post also has photos).

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When I was a kid, we would dip our eggs in the water colored with food dye and apple cider vinegar (I prepare ours now the same way, in coffee cups on the counter).  There were 4 of us and we had a limited number of eggs, perhaps as many as 6 eggs apiece to decorate.

I don’t recall any plastic eggs or chocolate bunnies. There would have been a small amount of candy — likely jelly beans — but I can’t remember it being a sugarfest.  We’d go to church in the morning and drive home through some neighborhoods, looking for the Easter Bunny. I’m not sure why but sometimes we did see someone dressed up in a costume. Perhaps my mother knew something? Regardless, the Bunny had never been talked up as a big deal. we knew we’d go home and wait in our rooms until Dad got home (he was a minister) and hid our colorful hard-boiled eggs. That was the sole purpose of the Easter baskets with the plastic green grass: to collect the eggs. Since it nearly always rained on Easter where we lived, the hunt was nearly always in our living room, dining room, and den. And since we used real eggs, it was very important to find every single one of them! (Woe to the parent who forgot where all eggs were hidden, lest summer vacation boredom lead us to discover a forgotten egg!)

DSCN0630In the past 23 years of parenthood, SuperDad and I have merged traditions. I happily include chocolate, the hunts are nearly always held outdoors, and we use plastic eggs. Most of the time those plastic eggs are empty.

I could claim that we leave them empty to symbolize the empty tomb on the very first Easter morning, but I’d be putting effect before cause. Honestly, it’s because it is easiest that way for the mama.  The boys have never believed in the Easter Bunny because we’ve never played up that part of it. One year in Germany, my husband’s sister and her husband came to visit us over Easter. She took the two oldest boys on a walk through the neighborhood to look for the Easter Bunny. They actually saw a real rabbit in someone’s yard (a pet) and turned to their aunt and announced that they wanted to “go home now and find the eggs that Daddy hid!”

There was one in the strawberry garden...

There was one in the strawberry garden…


This year, the lovely decorated eggs stayed safe in the refrigerator while the boys took care of their own egg hunt: the 18yo hid 20 eggs in the front yard and along one side of the house while the 14yo hid 20 eggs in the back yard and fenced side yard.  Then they took turns watching the other search while timing him with a stopwatch.

There were rules: the egg couldn’t be higher than the boy could reach… it couldn’t be completely buried… and it had to be visible on at least one side.

There is ALWAYS an egg in the BBQ grill. This one was nestled in the coals.

There is ALWAYS an egg in the BBQ grill. This one was nestled in the coals.












Perhaps the best hidden egg of all this year was barely hidden at all:

Can you see the hidden egg?  Click to embiggen...

Can you see the hidden egg?
Click to embiggen…

As for the eggs I showed you on Wednesday:

One of these things is not like the other...

The egg on the bottom right was dropped a few inches onto the counter by the person preparing to color it… which is how it ended up with a funny face and a cracked head.


7 thoughts on “About those eggs…

  1. I love the beautiful scroll work on the upper left egg. I remember having an egg hunt where the eggs were all hidden in plain sight, like the yellow egg on the yellow car, and so on.

  2. You have some clever egg decorators and egg hiders! When I was growing up, our family was not into the Easter bunny or Easter baskets either. We did dye eggs and hide them – a great tradition.

    All of the eggs in your photo are the same, because (unless I am misjudging), all of them are chicken eggs. But they are all different because each is decorated in a unique way. Yeah, the one that got smashed reminds me of Mr. Bill.

    I love the one hidden in plain view in the tree branches!

  3. Fun stuff. And combining traditions is like playing an old game by different rules. It adds a whole new element to the fun.

  4. It is always so nice to hear about other traditions. In our home we did get the chocolate and jelly beans (my favorite is black to this day) We always loved breakfast too. We always got bunny milk. Mom would put a few drops of red food colouring into some milk (usually put into a special jug) To this day I say it was a much creamier milk lol. Now I know better

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