An Easter Link: Naturally Dyed Eggs
It's never too late to try something new. While we did not boil or dye a single egg-heck, we didn't even eat one--I wish I'd done the dyeing this way when Erin still believed in the Easter Bunny. I don't think she ever believed. Because I'm late with the eggs and hot cross buns, I will dye eggs tomorrow as an act of atonement. Okay, I'll do it because I want to try these along with a special flower plant that stains fingers a lovely shade of beet. It's funny how some things happen out of the blue so to speak; I plucked a damaged leaf from a clay pot on the patio this afternoon, and it stained my fingertips. My immediate wonder was if it might make a lovely ink. Tonight I see as egg shell dye. But, wouldn't it be lovely not to have to dye eggs at all? Wouldn't it be a wonder to own different breeds of chickens that lay different colored eggs?
I've never baked hot cross buns, but sure wish I had. With currants. Except they look like little bugs in the photos I just sneaked a peek at. No matter--I'd eat them with my eyes closed.
I missed having a slice of coconut cake for dessert this Easter. Coconut cake is a dyed in the wool Armstrong family tradition. Aunt Hazel always used fresh coconut, but grating enough for a two layer cake was a knuckle-scraping chore that required lots of muscle. Bakers Coconut works just as well these days, but back when I was a girl, simply opening a coconut was a big deal. It required a clean new nail, a hammer, an accurate aim, a drinking glass, and patience.
The nail had to be hammered home in just the right place without cracking the shell. I was such a goose back then that watching the pale milk that slowly-slowly-oh-so-slowly dripped and dribbled into the clean glass never failed to trick me into believing it tasted as delicious as it smelled, no matter how many times I'd tried it before. No one drank it. No one liked it which is the only reason they let me have it. Being rewarded with a small piece of the nut meat made up for the disappointment. It took forever to chew it! Aunt Pauline said it made your teeth whiter.
If memory still serves me well, the shredded coconut topped delicious boiled icing . . . Today's bakers use cream cheese frosting with too much
I read that certain religions cooked ham to stick it to none-pork eaters, while another group ate lamb because the lamb represents the lamb slain on the cross--thereby sticking it to the other group. All I knew was this: Our family ate well with no disrespect to anyone. Spring always began with the first big dinner of the year. New Year's Day feasts paled in comparison. And then there was cake. Coconut cake! Light, fluffy, white layer cake topped with frosted peaks topped with spikes of fresh coconut! I tried to make my slice last longer than anyone else. It was my own little piece of heaven. Then came the day when eating lamb smacked of cannibalism. Eww! Oops! Eww? Listen to why your children make certain dietary choices and you'll understand them better. *grin*
Today's menu was herbed roast leg of lamb, asparagus, brown rice, gravy . . . tea, and no dessert. *sigh* Coconut cake, anyone? Someone? Who baked a cake? Red velvet? Callin' all Southerners!
Hope you had a lovely Easter, Arbor Day, Beltane, Chinese New Year, Green Week, Imbolc, Super-calia, May Day, Nowruz, Ostara, Pentacost, Setsubun, Sham el-Nessim, Spring Day, Whitsun . . .