I know it’s not Easter yet, but advice only helps if you get it in advance, right? So let me do this public service.
First things first: they don’t really seem to do the whole dyeing-Easter-eggs-thing here. It took me awhile to realize this, probably because I didn’t have kids at first and also I’m Jewish. Ish. I’m Jewishish. So eventually I was going to get around to having an Easter egg hunt. It now seems more customary for children to hunt for humongous hollow chocolate eggs with smaller pieces of chocolate and sweets and surprises inside. I think. I sort of make this stuff up as I go along. It’s easier than asking someone.
So anyway, I like the whole filling-a-huge-chocolate-egg concept, but I need to award points to the Americans for a healthier tradition. Imagine that! Well my mom did a very nice thing (and she’s Jewish too) and brought some egg dye kits with her when she was here so she and Jonah could celebrate the resurrection of Christ early together.
She had given me plenty of notice that we would need white eggs. You see, most of the eggs sold around here are brown and my mom knew I would need some notice. I always assumed brown eggs were healthier and superior, but it turns out it’s just a different type of laying hen. Whatever.
I assumed I would be able to find white eggs somewhere, so I sort of waited until the last-minute. But when a few places I figured would slum it with white eggs didn’t come through, I decided to give one more look around Waitrose. Lo and behold, I realized there were all these fancy cartons of special white eggs. I bought them with the happy assumption that they were really, really special white eggs and thus the extra-special packaging and shelf placement and price.
Then I hard-boiled them.
And my mom and I helped Jonah put them in dye cups after my mom and I bickered over how much vinegar to use.
And they stayed pretty pale. And the color bubbled up really strangely. And it rubbed off, even after ages soaking.
And those little plastic sleevey decorative things you’re supposed to boil on, well they didn’t fit.
Somewhere along the way, I don’t remember exactly when, we realized that I had bought duck eggs.
It turns out, and there is internets proof to back me up, duck eggs are not ideal for Easter eggs.
Now you know.