Yes, that's right - I convinced my little thesbians in the making to do a 'take two' only to have the proof of our egg hunt....disappear again! So, you will just have to take my word for it when I tell you how the egg dispersion goes down round these parts.
1. Much like on x.ma.s eve, the girls leave the basket of decorated eggs on the table the night before for Mr. EB.
2. Next morning, they scramble down the stairs (6am - in case you were wondering) looking for them. Mom and dad do the obligiatory hold-them-off routine with breakfast and coffee being paramount. Plus - it's FREAKIN FREEZING at 6am, in April, in Vermont.
3. At a more appropriate and potentially warmer hour we venture outside with baskets and video camera (note: I'm still shaking with frustration!) and they search out the eggs.
4. In about 35 seconds flat they have all been recovered: typically 3/4 by the elder and 1/4 by the younger...who could care less.
5. Then, in the an underwhelmingly unfulfilling ending to the experience - they go back in the same box they started in! Exciting huh?
6. And then - yes - over the course of the next few days they are consumed, typically each in a solo peel and eat fashion, but I have been known to make an all-shades-of-the-rainbow egg salad before!!! Yeah, I'm that cool.
But - just to show that I REALLY tried for you, really. Here is the visual proof I did manage to keep.
Where is Bear you ask? Well, apparently two takes is all her contract allowed. She stormed off set on the third take.
Happy Easter and I REALLY NEED A NEW CAMERA!!!!!!