Smell of Easter

It started on Saturday. Colin boiled eggs outside on our camp stove (no appliance yet in the new kitchen). The combination of pungent vinegar and boiled eggs permeated the house. It could only mean one thing: Easter eggs.





This year our efforts extended to making swirled/tie dyed colored eggs. However, we needed a goth egg to stand apart from the pastel orbs. I first dipped it in orange, then blue, then purple. It wasn't dark enough so I submerged it in red. I forgot it for awhile. It was not the black egg I was aiming for but dark purple. Purple Haze Egg.

















It is now Monday, the egg/vinegar smell still lingers. Here's the aftermath after an egg hunt in the house.