This year we decided to gussy up our Easter eggs. Add a little glitz and glam if you will. I mean why do cookies and cakes get to have all the fun?
Oh sure, we still went through the traditional steps of dying our boiled eggs with little tablets of dye dropped into vinegar and water.
It’s what we did with them after their colorful bath that made it so fun!
This year I wanted to do something a little different and I thought “why not use sweet confections to dress up our eggs”?! I went to my local craft store and bought some white sanding sugar,
as well as some pre-made pastel colored fondant that I cut it into little Eastery shapes with teeny tiny cookie cutters.
I dyed the hard boiled eggs, let them dry, brushed them with egg whites (just to keep it all green and non-toxic) and then carefully rolled them in sugar.
I experimented with some already colored sanding sugar but I noticed the dye from the sugar started to melt onto the egg and it just looked messy to me. So I stuck to the pre-colored egg rolled in white sugar and got the effect that I was going for. I thought that the fondant shapes looked sweet dressed in sugar as well.
We used the egg whites for sugaring the fondant shapes as well as adhering them to the eggs. Just make sure that everything dries before moving on to the next step.
Let your imagination go! We even made a few polka dotted eggs. Don’t you just love polka dots!?
I used a straw to make the fondant circles.
Note: If by chance the fondant sticks inside the straw, don’t worry, just blow it out. My daughter relished in pointing that handy tip out to me when I became perplexed that my fondant circle stuck inside the straw. I shall never live that one down.
Look how sweet the plain colored egg looks with just the sugared the fondant shape.
Isn’t that dear?
I’m planning to use these adorable eggs to decorate each place setting at the Easter table.
You could even use blown out eggs and save these little dearies to use again and again.
Simple, sweet, sugared eggs. How fun is that?
Wishing you an Easter that’s as sweet as can be!
~Wenderly
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Fabulous Find Friday ::: Grape Hyacinths
Springtime is bursting into all of her glory in my neck of the woods. The grass is a lush, velvety carpet that seems to be the most brilliant green that I have ever seen. The gray trees are bursting at the tips, transforming from a dull stick-like figure into a flower-filled spectacle that dances in the sunlight. Birds are chirping, chattering and singing in what seems like a symphony of sound to my ears. And the magnolias…the magnificent magnolias are as spectacular as I can ever remember.
As I hurriedly jumped into the car the other morning to drive my daughter to school, my heart was heavy with grief and my mind felt numb. Trying to digest the news and all of the horrific things that happen in the world these days can be overwhelming. I rolled down the windows as I drove and soon realized that all of the loud thoughts swirling in my mind had been silenced by the sound of birds singing. As I turned back into my driveway I happened to glance at my side yard and noticed that overnight, my lush green grass, had turned into a sea of purple.
Hundreds of tiny, purple Grape Hyacinths had popped up out of the ground transforming my yard into what looked like an enchanted forest of flowers fit for fairies. An enormous wash of emotion swept over me and I felt like a little girl again. I was suddenly filled with wonder and excitement, wrapped in anticipation of this new glorious day.
Do you remember that feeling?
I soon found myself on my hands and knees, in my pajamas, carefully picking handfuls of the smooth, cold stemmed Grape Hyacinths still wet with dew. I had always adored these tiny little spring flowers as a girl and remembered filling the small paper Dixie cups with them for my mom to display on the windowsill in the kitchen. My two little girls had done the very same thing for me but it’s been years since they’ve relished in such things. Once my hands where full of flowers I galloped inside with my treasures.
I clamored through my kitchen cabinets and found these sweet vintage creamers that I had gathered while antiquing.
They where a perfect fit (almost as good as the Dixie cups) and I happily filled them as my heart simultaneously filled with joy.
My kitchen transformed into a safe haven of delicious memories and my mind felt at ease.
This week I found Spring and all the hope she holds.
Spring always seems to make my heart burst into joy but this year it just seems different, more vivid and vibrant, and I’m not sure why. It’s almost as if God knows that we all need to be reminded of hope and joy and innocence in the midst of all the ugly in the world.
Beautiful, joyful, hope that can turn any dull, seemingly dead earth into a brilliant, bountiful, flower-filled spectacle of color and life.
And that’s exactly what I found. I hope that you can too.
Love,
Wenderly