The French don't particularly subscribe to the whole Easter egg thing. Chocolate eggs, sure, they're OK with that, but the concept of dyeing actual chicken eggs is not something they do here. First, it was pretty difficult for us to find white eggs. All the eggs here are brown. No better or no worse, just the product of darker colored chickens (white chicken breeds typically lay white eggs, brown/gray ones lay brown eggs). It's not impossible to dye brown eggs, but let's just say pink doesn't work well and the green looks like something out of Dr Seuss.
We did finally find white eggs that we could dye for Easter - in the kosher section of the supermarket. I enjoyed the irony of that. We already had some Paas dye shipped to us earlier in the month, and off we went, a-dyeing. So far so good.
And then, Allie surprised us by bringing home some candy and 2 colored eggs (real eggs!) home from school. How charming! Understanding that she has kids from all over the world in her class, Allie's teacher went the extra mile (or 1.67 kilometers, I guess) and had them color eggs. And they were colored very nicely too, in thick enamel paint with a swirling 2-toned pattern.
Dana held one to her ear and shook it tonight. It sounded...different. Good thing Allie never dropped the eggs. Next year, we need to explain to the French that you must boil the eggs first.
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