It’s Maundy Thursday, four days before Easter. Easter is one of my favorite holidays because without it, my faith as I know it wouldn’t exist. Being raised in church, I’ve always celebrated the holiday more in religious terms than secular. However, my Easter traditions have always included dying eggs.
The little country church I attended as a child always hosted an egg hunt on Easter. My mother, brother, and I dyed eggs to contribute to the hunt. I loved dying the eggs, but I did not enjoy the hunt. The few children whose parents organized the hunt watched the adults hide the eggs and therefore collected the majority, leaving only a handful for the rest of us. After a year or two of seeing her children disappointed, my mother solved the problem by dying two dozen eggs: one for church and one to hide solely for my brother and me at our house.
When I became too mature for egg hunts, I continued dying eggs to contribute to the church. Now I attend a church that doesn’t host an egg hunt, and I have no children for whom to hide eggs. One would assume that my egg-dying days are over. However, such is not the case. I insist on dying eggs every year.
Why do I continue such a tradition when there are no children to benefit? The answer is simple: I love dying eggs. It’s exhilarating to dip smelly, hard-boiled eggs in equally smelly baths of colorful liquid. And, it’s a way for me to display my creative side. A few years ago, I used stickers to create faces and to give the eggs personalities, and I wrote an egg-tastic version of Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None. Here are photos of the eggs in my version of the story:
Another year, Sean and I decorated the eggs as characters from a zombie apocalypse, complete with zombies and their very own egg Governor (Walking Dead reference).
Unfortunately, last year’s eggs fell a tad short. Sean and I followed a different set of directions for boiling them and used a glittery egg dye, resulting in undercooked, lackluster eggs. I call them my Jubjub bird eggs ("Jabberwocky" reference).
My plan for this year? Kool-Aid. Forsaking traditional dying kits, I plan to bathe the eggs in Kool-Aid. Look for a future post on the results!