I had a chicken in my eggs…
So this past weekend was Easter and it was only the second time in history that I wasn’t with my mom. Well, my history. She had about 20 something without me. I digress. Anyway, so I decided to make everything like I knew Easter – ham, potato salad, homemade mac and cheese, green bean casserole, buttery crescent rolls…and some kind of dessert. Well it was my first attempt at the homemade mac and cheese and I can describe that in one word: *FAIL*. I’m currently using it for a weapon in case someone 
breaks into my house – hard mass of yellow cheesiness with sharp jagged edges. It’ll get ya! But while it was cooking, I decided I was going to complete another old tradition – dying eggs!! I was so excited…haven’t done it, in, well…awhile. But thanks to my mom, I had a shiny brown Easter box delivered the day before with none other than a PAAS Egg dying kit – the best kind of course!
I decided to do 8 eggs in 4 colors so I could have 2 of each: yellow, green, red and blue (keep those colors in mind for later). So in 
between cooking my failed mac and cheese, I put the dye pieces in the coffee cups of vinegar (mom’s way!) and waited. I boiled my eggs and placed one in each cup. Now here’s a question: why were some sinkers and some floaters? Don’t tell me you’ve never asked that before. I just hoped I hadn’t boiled a little yellow chicken in one of my sinkers.
So after letting them sit FOREVER, because I wanted “dark, vibrant” colors, I set them out to dry. Somehow, I ended up with pinky orange, purple with pink speckles, army greenish brown and orange. My first conclusion is, well I have no clue how that happened. But then as they were drying, one of my pinky oranges starts cracking….like something is trying to get out of it. All I can say is that I’m terrified of the fuzzy “stressed” (as my dad calls them) chickens at Pier 1 – they’re gonna come get me. I swear there was a chicken in my egg…..
<—-the crazy stressed chicken at Pier 1 that I boiled in my egg that scares me
