When I was growing up we always made a BIG DEAL out of pretty much every holiday. With the exception of St. Patrick’s Day (sorry!), we decorated the house, had celebrations and often, little presents depending on the holiday. Easter was no exception. In America, the Easter tradition is to dye eggs, decorate them and hide them. That involved hard-boiling the eggs, using “Paas” Easter egg dying kits and lots of giggles…and the occasional cracked egg. You then spend the next two weeks eating hard-boiled, technicolour eggs in your lunch boxes. Yum!
My Dad loves making a big deal out of any holiday. His enthusiasm is pretty infectious and is something I’ve never been able to replicate. When my brother and I were little we would dye about 2 dozen eggs on Saturday night. My Dad would then hide them the next morning and my brother and I would find them all on our personal Easter egg hunt. Invariably at least one egg would go missing and wouldn’t be found until a few months later. We didn’t eat that one. We also always had Easter baskets waiting for us filled with cellophane grass, small chocolate foil-wrapped eggs, jelly beans and Peeps (marshmallow & sugar coated bunnies & chicks dyed in technicolour e-numbers).
In later years our Easter baskets had more little presents involved but we always had to go on a scavenger hunt with clues placed in hollow plastic eggs. My Dad spent hours making up the (usually) rhyming clues to find presents like underwear, socks, candy, books, magazines, etc. Very creative, my Dad. And we loved it. I have vowed to make more of an effort this year to make even the little holidays special for my children. I want them to have the same memories that I have and that’s down to me to make it happen.
Today we took a few moments while Sam was sleeping to do Easter egg dying with Ella. We used the “Paas” kits that my Dad and Stepmom had sent and made our designs on the eggs and dipped them in the colours. Unfortunately it appears that American dyes are not compatible with English vinegar as the colours didn’t end up being very vibrant or adherant! However, the end result was not the most important factor. It was the DOING that mattered to Ella. We didn’t colour 24 eggs like my Dad would have had us do…we stuck with 8 which was perfect for a 3 1/2 year old’s attention span. She was happy and we felt good. All in all, a good start at building our family tradition for Easter.
Hubby and I ended the day with beans on toast for dinner. Due to my illness from last week, the kitchen was not really prepared for me to make a magnificent roast dinner. We’ll have to try harder next year! But we all had a wonderful day together, no matter whether it ended with a glorious roast dinner or rather cheeky beans on toast.
I’ll have to start planning for next year however…