I have failed you and I am sorry.
Your 135 year history I promised to carry forth down through my traditional ages as a parent, as a seasonal-atmosphere-happifier, as a creative mess-maker, I fear, is becoming yet another victim to the “new millennia’s virtual sensory cleanliness and efficiency.”
“Hard boiled eggs smell weird.”
“What a waste of food.”
“I buy my organic grass fed eggs and they are not white, they are naturally colored.”
“What a big mess all over my fine counter.”
“I don’t have time for this mess.”
“I can buy chocolate, it’s easier.”
“Do you know how long it takes for food coloring to come off your fingers–Ah, no way?”
“Do you know what lost hard boiled eggs smell like in August?”
“Has anyone ever eaten these eggs anyway?”
I have heard every excuse from so many people, so many friends, so many child advocates.
Yes, I know children can go on the decorating egg APP and do egg decorating virtually in a quiet corner without any help or mess and it will look PERFECT. That is convenient.
But, me and PAAS know that is not the point.
Oh…You all miss the point so badly.
It is about the smell of hard boiled eggs cooling in the water, warm in your hands; a perfect oval container. It is about the imperfect world wishing 2 didn’t crack, but they always do…and still use the oops ones.
It is about putting the fizzy PAAS capsule in and listening to the bubbles pop exploding into magnificent colors when the vinegar is dropped over them. It is about making your own simple paint out of clear water and coloring that won’t kill you.
It is about the magic white crayon that makes secret smiles, words or lines appear… with enchantment. Struggling with that weird metal holder, toss it aside– then revert to spoons..
Dip and dip.
Partial dip, dip with two in one, dip over colors, and leave some in the dye to see how dark they get.
Dip and dip until the very last egg goes in…
It is about sitting up on the counter all together, talking and laughing and sharing colors. It is about drip drying the eggs dying the napkins by accident and deciding what to dip next.
It is about viewing the colorful egg bouquet and feeling proud of those beautiful eggs you just dyed realizing how much making something colorful together makes a piece of happy.
And then it is about leaving them for the Easter bunny–waking up Easter morning to discover them gone–that trickster bunny hid them around the house…
And it is about looking for them together no matter how old you are…
My own five children who grew up with PAAS, I fear are going the way of the virtually clean, sensory deprived, perfection oriented generation of the future. I know it is easier.
But PAAS, I somehow failed to show how fun you can be.
I promise you I will always dye eggs. Even when I am too old to notice if the egg is hard-boiled or not, too senile to mistake one of those PAAS food-color capsules as medicine and chew up the pink one, or too feeble to clean up my own mess as I drool in fuchsia. I promise you I will carry on your legacy of family togetherness, holiday-happifying and of course, creating wonderful, playful sensory-filled messes of color with a simple ordinary egg.
Because, it does matter. And we both know it…