It was traditional for me and my friend L to dye eggs for our friends' in college. We would steal hardboiled eggs from the dining commons for about a week before hand to obtain enough for everyone, this coupled with salad bowls and green construction paper made for some very interesting baskets in front of people's doors. As the years went on, our drinking got in the way of the dyeing process, and there was at least one occasion where instead of dye on the eggs there was black sharpie marker. And then came the years of living by myself and still dyeing eggs. Then Montana where for a holiday treat my friend Jamie and I donned rabbit ears and drove 4 hours to bunnynap our friend Mary. This was the year the dye got out of hand and ended up in the stuffing as well- not a pretty picture if I recall correctly. (and now thanks to Mary can show you all)This was also the year I tried to be Martha Stewart. I attempted a very classy dessert of orange sherbet in hollowed out oranges set on fire. I had eaten it at Chicco Hot Springs and was certain I could recreate the yum factor. But no budget tequila does not set a orange ablaze, but does make for some tasty dessert though.
And now I wonder are all these egg dye mishaps a thing of the past? Will I have to be a responsible dyer now? PAAS has changed with the times, gone are the over the top lillies and crosses on their easter stickers, so I suppose gone are my over the top eggs.