eight dozen eggs

Yup, at the height of our Easteriness, we colored eight dozen eggs. And they were fabulous. We had a home full of crafts and decorations, fancy dresses, and stuffed bunnies. Church, and family, egg hunts (the most impressive were at Steve’s grandmother’s home, for two generations), brunches and picnics and dinners. Overflowing baskets, and chocolate eggs for breakfast, and Peeps (with mixed reviews, do we love them, or are we repulsed by them, I still don’t know).

And colored eggs for days…and days…and days…

I wish I had pictures scanned so I could show you. Especially of Kate’s first Easter, when we delivered her to Ma’s backyard in a basket. And all of those matching dresses and shiny shoes. Sigh.

This year, quieter. A basket for Alex, a surprise for Steve. The three of us have been buried under our lives, and we were game for something different. We’re going to Napa for a late lunch at Morimoto (sushi, from Iron Chef  Masaharu Morimoto).  I’m hoping Alex will share a few of her chocolate eggs with us, and that we’ll be grateful and renewed and ready for what’s next.


About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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One Response to eight dozen eggs

  1. Lisa says:

    How very un-vegan of you! Have a very happy and blessed Easter my bloggy friend.

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