Eggstreme Egg-dying

This was Casey's first year to try egg-dying (a year ago we were so busy moving from Minnesota to Wisconsin, we didn't get around to it). He was so excited he could hardly wait for the eggs to boil, then cool. He actually spent quite a while standing on a chair in the kitchen watching the eggs cool.

I waited until Darby was ready to go down for a nap to break out the Paas. Darby would have loved it, but he also wouldn't have been able to control himself around so many fragile objects and spillable liquids. Next year, kiddo.


Casey enjoyed watching the dye tablets fizz in the vinegar. But the kid's full of curiosity. I found myself struggling to answer, "What is vinegar?" and the ensuing 15 follow-up questions. I was about ready consult a chemistry textbook, or The Joy of Cooking, or Wikipedia. Fortunately, we had bigger eggs to dye, so to speak.

Despite the mounting anticipation, Casey was very gentle handling the eggs. He was fascinated by lifting them in and out of the water and seeing how they got darker.


Casey declares a job well done.

He took the camera away from me to record his triumph himself.


He only broke one. And it didn't go to waste.