Dying eggs has always been part of our family tradition, so we weren't about to skip it this year, even if our friends think it really strange. So we invited some kids in our flat to join us. They had soooo much fun dying them, then could hardly wait for them to dry before hunting for them. I wish you could have seen our house helper's face when she saw them the next day. She had to take some home to show her grandchildren.
