I’ve already told you that I have the bestest husband. You may think that your partner is pretty cool, but if you begged him to make you a meatloaf to combat your newfound anemia and he spent over an hour cooking, only to serve it to you and have you say ewww because you’d been 99% vegetarian since you were 15 and thought you could eat it, but when presented with a plate o’ meat you found you couldn’t stomach it, would your partner say, that’s okay, I’ll make you some soup instead? Mine did.
So I decided that I’d like to do something nice for him by planning a surprise Easter egg hunt. Now that I think about it, I’m not totally convinced it’s the best idea, because one of the other very nice things he does for me is find things I’ve lost. All the time. So this may be a bit of a busman’s holiday, but I’m too far down that path to turn back.
I’ve already hidden 49 small chocolate eggs (yes I ate one) and 12 plastic eggs filled with Starburst jelly beans (yum). (The stores are already sold out of Cadbury Cream Eggs. How did I totally miss that boat this year?) I wanted to dye some as well but just like I didn’t know the little tricks about Christmas ornaments, I don’t know the tricks about dying Easter eggs. I boiled up a dozen of my fancy, Omega-3 eggs before I realized that dying brown eggs would probably not be the best idea, so I had to go back out for white eggs. And then I had to invite my parents over for Easter lunch to eat egg salad.
Okay my Christian readers, please tell me: Are they supposed to look like this? They sure don’t look like the pictures on the box! Was my fatal error in buying Dudley’s rather than the more traditional PAAS? And seriously, my egg is supposed to balance in that little wire loop? How can that be? Mine kept falling off and I had to reach in to retrieve it. And then, then I had to clean all the goop of my hands and the countertop with canola oil. At one point I thought I was going to have to go for the turpentine.
Anyway, hope A appreciates the thought. And that he can find all the eggs before they start to stink. Can I leave them hidden from now till Sunday morning?
I happen to think your eggs look spectacular.
They NEVER come out the way the box shows, but in your case, that’s a good thing. And hard-boiled eggs have surprising longevity; I remember after finding them we’d keep them out on the counter for up to a week afterward to eat -so it safe to hide them now (Crazy and Hippo won’t get to them, will they?).
You’re a good wife (despite the meatloaf thing). I kept thinking it would be nice for me to make Sal a basket but of course I never did it.
Happy Easter to you, A, and Tink!
I happen to think your eggs look spectacular.
They NEVER come out the way the box shows, but in your case, that’s a good thing. And hard-boiled eggs have surprising longevity; I remember after finding them we’d keep them out on the counter for up to a week afterward to eat -so it safe to hide them now (Crazy and Hippo won’t get to them, will they?).
You’re a good wife (despite the meatloaf thing). I kept thinking it would be nice for me to make Sal a basket but of course I never did it.
Happy Easter to you, A, and Tink!
Yes, yes, that’s approximately what mine looked like when I used to make them as a kid. Mine were always something akin to a hybrid of acid trip and technicolor vomit… with an egg under all that. Even if I liked boiled eggs, I still couldn’t bring myself to eat them.
You are a great wife. I hope he finds them all (don’t forget where you hid them.. rotten eggs.. not exactly a Glade Seasonal Scent.)
You are just so damn cute!
The eggs are beautiful. Seriously.
And your husband? MWAH. I would’ve made you eat the damn meatloaf.
I mean.. your eggs look great. That’s what I meant.
While I take offense at who has the bestest husband comment (hehehehe- there aren’t too many husbands out there who coming home after a long day’s work finds their wife in a panic because she can’t find a good heartbeat with the damn doppler who will drop everything just to sit there and find the damn heartbeat for her! hehehehe- so I’ll say yours and mine tie *wink*) I think your eggs look marvelous! And what a beautiful and fun idea! You’ll have to let us know how he enjoys finding his eggs! Mine would probably let half of them go unfound until he trips over them- he’s not the best at picking things up
That’s some kind of wonderful husband you’ve got there!
–Bugs