Back in my day, eggs were so cheap we could dye them without eating them; or throw them at people’s houses. Along with similar phrases are all things that I have recently said while being mad about the price of eggs while at the store. While I never threw an egg at anyone’s house in my youth, I have dyed my fair share of eggs.
I have many fond memories of watching the little dye tablets dissolve in the vinegar. Taking a little clear wax crayon to draw designs on some of my eggs before dipping them into the colors. Sometimes carefully dipping one end of the egg into one color, before carefully turning it on my wire to dip it into a different color. Just to make a two toned egg.
Not that it always worked the way I meant it to. Since I also remember many times when the egg would fall off the wire and into the second color. Which did still make a two toned egg, just never in the way that I had meant it to.
TheEaster when I was seven years-old is still the most amount of Easter eggs that I’ve ever seen; outside of large scale egg hunts of course. It was 2003 and eggs were just a little over one dollar that year.
My mother got us three dozen eggs to dye. Then two of her friends also bought and dyed a combined four more dozen. None of which was done in a coordinated attempt. It was the year of seven dozen Easter eggs.
I was in childhood heaven. We had so many eggs to find that year. It was also the only year, in my memory, that my older sister did not insite that the eggs had to be hidden three and four more times. Mostly because that was also the year that my mom’s friend’s then 25 year-old son hid them without remembering where he hid them. Nor thinking about where a 12 and seven year-old were not allowed to go on the property and without any regard for how hard he hid them.
Making the year of seven dozen eggs also the year that we did not find all of the eggs on Easter. Which meant that year we were still finding them until after the Fourth of July.
