I love coloring eggs at Easter time. I have various techniques and plans for whatever eggs I make. Coloring mine this year for my dinner party, reminded me how difficult it was to find white eggs to color our first Easter living in France. I was undaunted. I brought the subject up at Monday language class. Jean-Pierre suggested I talk to Francine. She has goose eggs and they are white...huge...but white!
Considering I have trouble prounouncing goose in French, I was lucky that I'd had lots of practice with eggs. One visit with Francine was the conversation. The next visit, I was tooling home on my bike with a dozen goose eggs in a plastic bag.
It was fun to make Easter baskets for all my friends, and Francine and the grandchildren too. They were special. I used old plastic flower pots that I covered in my pretty Knights of the Round Table paper bags, got some grass and candy with the egg as the center-piece. Christiane even put hers on a pedestal on the hutch for a very long time. (They had a much longer shelf-life than I would have expected).
Even though, I loved making my eggs on Columbus Street for the first Easter in 8 years, it really couldn't compare to that first Easter in France. That Easter of 2007 goes down in the history books as one of the most unique and special.
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