This was, of course, foreign to me.  My parents would not have thought of buying and boiling 24 eggs just to have them painted and, in our provincial minds, played with by their little children.  That was just unheard of and wasteful.  And our hens would not be happy either.  They would have fought  with all the might of their sharp claws and loud clucking before they parted with the eggs that they were sitting on.  But had we know about Easter Egg hunts, the story might have played out differently.  You see, when I was a child, we celebrated Easter differently.  Or should we say, we did not celebrate Easter apart from participating in the religious ceremonies. 

Anyway, our children had a lot of fun, as usual, painting the eggs, as you can see.  :-) That was one of the highlights of their Easter watch.  

Come Easter Sunday, right after we arrived from Mass, my husband spray painted the yard to delineate the hard-mode egg hunt (in this area, all of the camouflage eggs went) and easy and medium mode hunt (this is the place where the colorful eggs and the green eggs were placed, respectively).   

When the hoopla was done, we found ourselves with more than a dozen of eggs lurking in the cold recesses of our refrigerator.  I quake at the thought of having a hard boiled egg for meals.  It is not one of my favorites.  And I think that the children are a little tired of having boiled eggs after they had their fair share of them during Lent.   

What should I do with them, apart from taking more pictures of them?  

I will ask my husband.  He has all the answers. ;-) 

 Best regards,

Imelda 

P.S.

Even without my asking, my Betterhalf already addressed my issue.  He used some of the eggs to make Deviled Eggs which he served for dinner.  We only have five more left in the fridge. If I am bribed nicely, I may have some of it. 

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