Friday, April 2, 2010

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.
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
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?

Have a Good Friday and a Happy Easter!


  1. Happy Easter, Michelle! May your day be filled with donuts and colored eggs! Great memories!

  2. ah, thanks for sharing such yummy memories. so tell me, with the abundance of folks out in your end of the state ever make pickled eggs or red beet eggs? that's one way to keep a proliferation of them for a long time.

  3. Lime- We didn't. I'm not particularly fond of eating eggs that way. I'm a scrambled kind of girl. And my brother hates chicken and eggs, unless the eggs are baked into a cake. My mother hates beets. So nope.

    We did do pickled cucumbers. Does that count?

  4. Oh, boy! There's little that tastes so good as a homemade doughnut! My Dad would make them occasionally, maybe once or twice a year. Store bought, of any kind, doesn't compare to the taste of those made at home. Probably hideous for you, health-wise, but a feast for the soul!

  5. Thanks for this post! It reminded me that I needed to hard boil eggs for coloring! Hehe! What fun memories! Happy Easter!

  6. My favorite Easter memory is the year we hid 24 Easter Eggs but found 25. Turns out that we'd missed one the year before.

    True story.

  7. Oh, Michelle, thank you so much for this lovely post! I was in the kitchen cleaning strawberries to throw into a salad for dinner, and actually think of both you AND Suldog, because of my post about Plant City strawberries and the comments from both of you (he recognized the location/brand; you shared the story of sharing your own strawberries with the birds and rabbits). And here you are with eggs and HOMEMADE DOUGHNUTS. It doesn't get any better at Eat Here! Love,

  8. Oooh, decadent. Damn the fat and cholesterol; full steam ahead.

    I so enjoyed your reminiscence.

  9. What a nice memory. Thanks for sharing!

  10. What a fun post!!! I love the egg fights...We had lemon trees in our yard...and after the kids would dare me to suck on lemons...(which I happily did) we would throw lemons at one another!!! Such fun! I love the colorful eggs...and hard-boiled eggs were always my favorite lunch. But those donuts! You are too, too cruel!!! Must away now to find myself some ;-) Have a wonderful Easter, dearest Michelle! I am thankful for you and your friendship! You are such a wonderful writer and a true friend! Love, Janine XO

  11. "my shirt loaded with almost twenty eggs as I had to somehow navigate my body under the electric fence wire "

    How on earth did you manage that successfully even once?

  12. Judith: Tons of practice, and the fence was at shoulder level at that time (when I was 9 or 10). Sort of like doing the limbo dance. But going under that fence was definitely worse when carrying heavy buckets of water and having a smart-aleck older brother who swears he turned off the electricity to the fence but instead stuck the power on the highest setting and I brush up against the wire.

  13. Jeez, I haven't colored Easter eggs since the boys were small.

    Have a Happy Happy Easter Michelle!

  14. how did the homemade donuts measure up to the store or donut shop kind? they sound like they would be much better.

    i think i gained 2 pounds just reading this post. ;)

  15. Chris Stone: The homemade are heavenly! Like Suldog said, it's a feast for the soul. Store-bought cannot compete to those fried doughnuts. Think of the difference in taste in terms of eating filet mignon to Spam. I avoid eating store-bought doughnuts.


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