tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post2990630772727804839..comments2023-10-24T04:55:21.787-05:00Comments on Omaha Mama: It's not all about meMelanie D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01542313652003967176noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-15298011714120148622007-07-25T14:17:00.000-05:002007-07-25T14:17:00.000-05:00Yum, egg salad, I always make it too!Yum, egg salad, I always make it too!kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17987700142247888708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-51573694052750123452007-04-11T16:22:00.000-05:002007-04-11T16:22:00.000-05:00It still sounds as though in the end everyone had ...It still sounds as though in the end everyone had fun! and the egg salad is the best afterwards isn't it? I still need to make some up before Joe eats all the eggs! LOLMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02441176684416139172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-69797547013011585542007-04-10T21:31:00.000-05:002007-04-10T21:31:00.000-05:00Strange, I cannot recall doing it as a child. I ha...Strange, I cannot recall doing it as a child. I have dyed eggs with the girls every year and have enjoyed it about as much as you. I mean it is fun in a stressful way.<BR/><BR/>Personally I hate egg salad so we just let the eggs rot essentially. They decorate the mantle in little baskets and egg cups and look adorable. Then we compost them. End of eggs. <BR/><BR/>Another funny part of all this, explaining (or trying to anyway) how we were not <I>dying</I> the eggs.<BR/><BR/>Parenthood defined: Doing for our kids what our parents didn't want to do with us!Jeniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13100043209000589029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-15644400545036583132007-04-10T21:15:00.000-05:002007-04-10T21:15:00.000-05:00Amen, Mel. Amen. I honest to Goodness was thinki...Amen, Mel. Amen. I honest to Goodness was thinking the exact same things you posted here the entire time I was dying eggs with my kids. I, however, got lucky. All through the night, Mom and I had been cleaning and cooking to prep for the next day and all of the people that would be here. In the mix, there was, of course, BEER. So... I dyed eggs with my kids while Mom cooked. And drank. And, by the end of the night, we had forgotten the "fun" I had had with the kids earlier in the evening on the kitchen table. There they sat. All night. Needless to say, they "diappeared" before the kids noticed they were gone. No way was I going to risk one of them popping one in their mouth. I am so glad to hear I am not the only mom that doesn't remember things quite the same now that I am "grown up".nikkis30by30https://www.blogger.com/profile/03442782590631563456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-42241433803659393102007-04-10T13:50:00.000-05:002007-04-10T13:50:00.000-05:00Great post: I like the before and after egg pictu...Great post: I like the before and after egg pictures :-)<BR/><BR/>I loved loved loved dyeing eggs as a kid. I'll let you know how I like it as an adult once Miss Baby gets bigger. <BR/><BR/>For the most part, I'm enjoying being the adult more than the kid. I get to stay up later, and I make all the decisions ...Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-23838217024411099462007-04-10T07:25:00.000-05:002007-04-10T07:25:00.000-05:00Two things I enjoyed as a child, but hated as an a...Two things I enjoyed as a child, but hated as an adult: Dying Easter Eggs and making and decorating sugar cookies. As a child I didn't realize how much work and mess was involved. As an adult - we KNOW! However, I think part of what made it so special was the fact that my very busy working Mom would create the magic of this tradition with us. So pat yourself on the back for doing this for your kids.<BR/>The good news is, that as Brenna and Mason get older you can hand the reigns over to them and just go read the book. Then it probably won't be long and they will discover what a mess (they have to clean up) and a lot of work it is and decide plastic easter eggs are just fine and frozen cut out cookies are easier to bake and decorate. (Hint for next year - put newspaper down and top with wax paper or butcher paper - less mess!)Jacqnielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00441528320125033369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-81317557021293444492007-04-09T21:47:00.000-05:002007-04-09T21:47:00.000-05:00Ah ha ha ha!!! I had to scrape off a good chunk of...Ah ha ha ha!!! I had to scrape off a good chunk of the whites to get the color off!!! I didn't want funky colored egg salad. I read one recipe that said cut out some egg yolks to make it healthier. Had I done that, there would have been very little egg salad! Blue egg salad. A very good reason never to touch the stuff! (But it is really surprisingly tasty stuff!)Melanie D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01542313652003967176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2845194771436706462.post-57999682798457098212007-04-09T19:51:00.000-05:002007-04-09T19:51:00.000-05:00I can not do dyed easter eggs. My mom made them wh...I can not do dyed easter eggs. My mom made them when I was 5 because we begged her. Then to use up the eggs she made egg salad sandwiches for lunch - with the blue eggs. They looked horrible. Electric blue goop between slices of Wonder Bread. I refused to eat it. It reappeared at dinner. At breakfast the next morning. And lunch again. I'm still scarred. I've never eaten egg salad. I've never dyed an egg again. So my kids will never have this experience. I'm selfish that way. <BR/>This concludes today's therapy session. Thanks for reading.N.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07533821425490415972noreply@blogger.com