Watching the grandkids do the obligatory “Easter Egg Hunt” at the community center reminded all of us of the days of Easter Egg Hunts with our kids. T was wondering why she always remembered the hunts taking place outdoors. I then reminded her that we generally went camping with Bob and Sally for Easter. Remember, Bob’s the one that tried to burn the Christmas Tree in the fireplace? Oh, yeah.
Our kids loved the hunt. Always something good in a few of those plastic eggs. Not like that when WE grew up. Again, I was one of 8 kids. #6. When we lived in Puerto Rico, I was a toddler. Like, 1. My Mom told me (way late in life) that I had some kind of intestinal disease, and I wasn’t allowed to have anything but rice and gruel. WTH gruel is, I don’t really know. Like a thin porridge. Maybe that’s why I hate oatmeal. Anyway, I’d been pretty much cured, and then I busted into my sister Mary’s Easter basket. Ate almost all of her chocolate bunny. Probably why she still hates me. No, the prickers we put in her bed had nothing to do with it (another story). Apparently, this sent me to the hospital and I had to do the whole gruel thing all over again. Yeah, that’s probably why I hate oatmeal. And grits.
We always dyed hard boiled eggs for Easter. As adults, my younger siblings and I forget how little we saw of our parents. Our older sisters raised us. So, my recollections of dying eggs only includes kids. We’d do about 3 dozen eggs. Then after mass on Easter, we’d have an Easter Egg Hunt in the house. This event ceased when we found 37 eggs one year. It’s probably why I hate hard boiled eggs too.
By the way, “How it’s made” had an episode on making hollow chocolate bunnies (I prefer them, Jan likes the solid ones). It’s a 2 part mold, they pour chocolate inside it, cool the outside while shaking it.