Sunday, April 12, 2009

Egg and dough dip

My family has never been one for traditions. We had shrugged off most holidays and family gatherings unless someone gave birth, someone got married, or someone died. Yet we looked forward to a certain activity every year during my childhood.

Coloring Easter eggs.

I believe the reason we did this was that we raised chickens on the farm and my father loved eating hard-boiled eggs. A Two-Fer! We had plenty of eggs - too many, sometimes. Often I had tiptoed from the barn with my shirt loaded with almost twenty eggs as I had to somehow navigate my body under the electric fence wire without having all that cow-shocking current coursing through my backside and forcing me to drop an egg.

I had good days and bad days when involving that fence.

Anyhow, I carried my findings into the house only to see the kitchen refrigerator stocked to the hilt with eggs. Then I checked the porch refrigerator and found that one completely filled. After a deep sigh, I entered the greenhouse and looked at the little yellow bundles of peeping chicks all warm under their heating lamps. I told them to lay off with all the eggs when they grow up.

Fun and useless fact: I don’t care much for eating eggs, although I love eating chicken. As for my brother, he hates eating chicken and eggs. On the other hand, my sister loves both but is turning toward a vegan diet. Weird family? Yeah, you don’t have to remind me.

So what did we do with the eggs? The only thing we could do, which was we left them to rot and then took shots at each other with the smelly balls. Okay, we didn’t do that with ALL of them. My mother cooked them: deviled, scrambled, hard and soft boiled. Also, we painted eggs for Easter before my father cracked open the shells and ate those too.

Sunday newspapers covered the kitchen table as we got our water ready and pulled out those egg coloring kits found in the checkout lanes at the grocery store. A few drips of the dye, and we went to tie-dyeing those cooked eggs in stripes and dots and funky psychedelic colors as our grinning, happy faces breathed in the steam fumes leftover from the boiling pot of water. We used our plastic dipping spoons that could never quite snag the egg out of the container as we had to use our fingers to retrieve the undeveloped fowl. Then we placed them on the holders to dry with multicolored fingers.

The eggs would last two days before my father ate them.

Of course, this wasn’t the only thing my family did - remember the title to this post. We would also make . . . get your napkins and powdered sugar ready because this is going to make you hungry.

Homemade donuts.
For as long as I can remember we made donuts with nothing more than dough and a pot filled with hot cooking oil. And this wasn’t any ordinary pot. It was one of those old electric ones with the metal prongs and the temperature dial on the side - the predecessor of the modern day crock pot.

It was perfect for donut-making.

We prepared the dough using a large glass as a round cutter to make the shapes. A smaller shot glass created the donut holes (and those would end up in the cooking oil too - yum). Carefully, our fingers placed the dough into the pool of golden brown. We watched them sink to the bottom before bobbing up to the surface like dolphins taking a breath of air. Then we used a fork to flip the dough after it browned on one side. Barbeque tongs helped to fish out the donuts as we placed them on the cookie racks.

Plain donuts
Chocolate donuts
Sugar donuts
Powdered sugar donuts
Glazed donuts made with cooked powdered sugar and water
Donuts with sprinkles leftover from Christmas cookie decorations
Donuts with shaved coconut pieces

The only ones we could not make were the jelly-filled kind. No big deal. We grabbed a butter knife along with the jelly/jam containers and slathered the good stuff on top, or we cut the donut in half as we ate them like bagel sandwiches.

Colored eggs and donuts . . . are there any better food combinations for a kid to make?


  1. Oooh, donuts! I love it when my mom makes donuts.
    I grew up on a quail farm. I remember, we used to have a big freezer in the pantry in addition to the small one in the kitchen. In the big one was frozen quail for customers that came to buy it and containers upon containers upon containers of those itty-bitty eggs. Which, on Easter, sometimes we would dye. :D Dyeing quail eggs is hard...but fun.
    Happy Easter!

  2. How exciting that you did color the eggs.;) We did the same when we were kids.;)
    I have never made donuts, but that sounds yummy.;))
    And I love eggs, in any form.;))
    Happy Easter Michelle.;))

  3. No ma'am, not a better food combo on the planet...unless we're talking grits. :)

    Happy Easter, Michelle!

  4. Hey Michelle,
    You are being a cajun and not even knowing it with the fried donuts. We know them here as beingnets. A staple here at night as a snack and with a cup of cafe' au lait, manna from God.

  5. Ahhh! Kids and dyeing eggs... a MOST wonderful combination! And, Dang! I wish I had me some donuts right about now...

    Happy Easter, Michelle!

  6. Aren't memories of childhood great? They may not all be fun memories, but they are "fun" anyway. Thanks for inviting us into another window of your history.


    Jen: Dyeing quail eggs? Wow, I couldn't imagine doing something like that with so small an egg, but it sounds fun! Thanks for stopping by!

    Protege: Definitely go color some eggs. It is fun at any age.

    Angie: You and those grits. Sometimes, you have me a tad worried about you.

    Oren: I've got Cajun in my soul. Beingnets? I'll have to remember that name.

    Buck: Sorry for making you hungry for donuts.

    Eric: You're welcome. It's fun to give sneak peeks at some of the brighter sides of my childhood, even if they are just tiny porthole windows.

  8. (I was going to put some sort of sound effect here, to portray how longingly nostalgic this post made me feel, but I find that there isn't any such sound effect, other than *sigh* which is far too generic. Too bad.)

    You have made me recall coloring Easter eggs with my Mom, and eating homemade donuts that my Dad cooked. For this, you should be rewarded with more than just my words, but that's all I have to offer. And, as seen above, I cannot find a good one to express my feelings.

    I am made happy by the recollections, though. I hope that makes you happy in return.

  9. My family always had the triple-feature: coloring the eggs, eating them hard-boiled, and my grandma's wonderful deviled egg recipe. No deviled egg has gone uneaten in 40 years.

  10. You can actually MAKE homemade donuts?! At home?! I am definitively missing out on something here...

  11. Suldog: It makes me happy knowing I made you happy by this happy post.

    Chris: 40 years of eggs? Wow! See, I can't eat eggs like that: hard boiled or deviled. Omelets - sure. Fritatas - of course. But eating the egg in its almost natural state makes me shudder.

    Skyeblu: Why yes, although I can't remember the actual recipe off-hand. When I do, I'll make a post of it.


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