i didn't think we'd dye any eggs here, given that i have been focusing so much on putting things, like everything in my kitchen, into boxes. fortunately, a friend wanted to make sure we wouldn't miss our chance and invited us over to her place with a large outside area just perfect for our work. ander could hardly wait to get started! who knew? #1
this was far from our neat and tidy indoor activities from prior years. and more fun than i had expected.
diana likes to follow the directions on the back of the box to mix specialty colors (she's also excellent as following recipes for jelly bellies to obtain an optimal taste experience).
ander went with his gut and churned out precisely the colors he wanted, evidenced by his remarking, "isn't that GORGEOUS?" as he pulled each egg from its murky bath. who knew? #2
|like his new haircut?|
|using clear plastic cups allowed the kids to see what was going on inside. they are washable & reuseable.|
we went through the first dozen in about what seemed like 30 seconds. thank goodness for a second batch started almost immediately.
it takes time, though, to boil eggs, and the troops were getting restless, so i suggested painting on the concrete with the leftover colored concoctions.
it turned into dripping splatter designs, dipping toes (or entire feet) into the colors to dye them, watching the liquid spread out on the concrete and trying to dam it up. pouring colored water on paper towels and paper. splashing in the spray from the outside faucet and in the residual puddles to clean off. who knew? #3
and every single egg turned out to be precisely the correct color. who knew? #4
|all these colors from a standard box of four food dyes found in any grocery section. in person, the dark blue looks like the night sky with little pinpricks of white stars speckled throughout.|
it gets better, though. we brought a dozen to the farmer's market/picnic in the park, where we taught our friends about the cracking of the eggs, at least the way we did it growing up in my family.
i didn't realize how much fun ander would have with it. i fully expected him to be upset that the eggshells broke, regardless of whose egg it was. but he wasn't. he was curious, and amused, and came back again and again to do more. who knew? #5
and both he and diana sat and peeled the eggshells, bit by bit. not that they eat the eggs, mind you, i take care of that myself, but they loved working quietly amongst the noisy crowd of picnickers to remove the shells. diana examined the membrane without being grossed out by its texture. both children painstakingly removed the tiny particles of shell (they were fresh eggs, so they didn't peel easily or in one continuous piece, like i can sometimes accomplish with older eggs. that's a fun experiment in and of itself.), feeling the sharp ends, dropping the shards neatly into a waiting container. they asked, so i agreed, to peel the rest of the cracked eggs in order to continue the experience. ander was so proud to show my an absolutely smooth, squishy egg, even opening it up to reveal the brilliant yellow yolk inside and feeling it between his fingertips. diana said she loved it and even volunteered to peel hard-boiled eggs when i want to make egg salad. who knew? #6.
so, i think, despite the fact that i am up to my eyeballs in packing boxes, i am going to get some more eggs and boil them and color them with my children. they have the interest now, why ask them to wait for my convenience? is it really that difficult to release myself from my tension about preparing for this move? it might be, and maybe that makes it all the more important that i do. who knew? #7