Pimping my “Passover” Eggs, Easter Style!

Pimping my “Passover” Eggs, Easter Style!

It’s Spring!  The flowers are blooming, birds are chirping (at 6:30 in the morning) and the rabbits have started nibbling on my early lettuce.  And like so many Springs in the past, I am compelled to follow the Passover traditions of not eating anything with leavening while consuming massive quantities of hard boiled eggs.  I get the whole eating of the unleavened starches part (See Exodus in the Old Testament for proof) but, after watching “The 10 Commandments” with Charlton Heston last night, am still a bit confused on the whole “Thou shall consume hard boiled eggs until you can eat no more!” commandment.

Nevertheless, be it a Commandment or a tradition, hard boiled eggs have been made and stacked in my refrigerator for my family to consume through out the week.  (Side note: I really don’t like hard boiled eggs.  They remind me of that movie “Airplane!” when all of the people got sick from eating the fish and all of the sudden eggs came out of their mouths? Weird right?)

So K, who also hates hard boiled eggs, decided we need an infusion of color to encourage us embrace our egg eating tradition.  K’s suggestion was to follow the lead of our Christian brethren and “Color those eggs!”  She decided to call in an egg decorating expert, her best friend (and neighbor E) who happened to be playing at our house when we decided to pull out the Easter Egg dyes and get “cracking!”

 

“The Crate” Or How Urban Legends Get Started

“The Crate” Or How Urban Legends Get Started

The weather has been stellar in Chicago this week and the neighborhood kids have started emerging from their houses to play together outside.  Our house tends to be party central for K and two of her neighborhood buddies. Here is living proof that sometimes spending too much time with her mother can get K into some hot water:

Neighborhood Girl (NG): Mrs. K?  What do you put in that giant metal cage* you keep in your basement?

(*Note: We lock our dog in the crate for her safety when we are not in the house.  She get’s too nervous if she is left alone and the vet recommended it.)

Me: Oh?  That thing?  We put K in there when she is misbehaving.  It’s perfectly safe.

NG:  (To K) Is that true?  Does your mom really lock you in that cage?

K:  Oh yeah!  Tons of times!  (Whispering to her friend) I think that she likes to put me in there.

NG:  Uh, Mrs. K?  I think I hear my mother calling me to come home for dinner.

(Note: It was 3:00 in the afternoon.  Unless it’s a holiday, who has dinner at 3:00?)

Yup.  I wonder if NG will be venturing over to my house any time soon?  If you know my daughter, husband or me, you also know that there is NO WAY that K WOULD EVER be locked in a cage!  As if!  She’d figure out how to get out of it in 5 minutes!  🙂

A Dog & Her Crate

Now, her locking me in the cage, well, that is another story.  Just Kidding!