Holy Week is beginning...well...in a week. Once again, I have Greek Orthodox envy - specifically lust and longing for Pascalina Avga, their blood-red Easter eggs.I once made these for the children in our previous church. Having sent to New York for 'kosher' - or whatever the Greek equivalent is - dye (thank you, Martha Stewart), I expected perfection in result. Close. But not quite Martha.
I'll be going to Chicago for a few days later this week, joining our second-born daughter* who will have just finished a conference there. I'm certain I could fairly easily find some amazing dye in a box covered with exotic lettering and thus feel very authentic. That, is an irresistible thought. (The bail-out: I could use Rit dye. But right now, I've lost the best link to that method. OH - scratch that: yellow onions provide the magic!)
I could follow these instructions for dyeing with such a product, go here for an authentic game of dueling Greek eggs. And Word Eater offers a good read: "What to do when confronted with a Greek egg".
*For those of you who know that Sum was hit by a car a month ago while crossing a street to catch a bus, she reports that she is close to 100% healed! Pretty amazing, even for a tough cookie (as her husband calls her)! Having flipped in the air ('cartwheel' a bystander said), wrenching her head/neck/knees/back, etc, etc, etc, we consider this nothing less than miraculous. Barb: you're right. Following ER orders saves loads on the 'physical therapy' end. Ibuprofen ('bathing the body in it', as her doc said) seems to have played a major and successful role. Hallelujah!
