Apart from the Easter egg hunt, our seasonal rituals were postponed until our return from the wilds. Whereupon I made these rather rustic-looking hot cross buns. I haven’t yet mastered the art of the elegant cross, and the entire endeavour was
They tasted alright, but.
We indulged in a little dyeing of hardboiled eggs.
Tumeric, paprika, blue food dye and green food dye. With rubberbands around the eggs to supposedly create interesting patterns.
The blue food dye worked best. The others, meh.
So the next morning we blew out about seven eggs (and made a huge tortilla [scroll down after the photo of me, if you follow that link] with them for dinner that night) and painted them with watercolours.
Son #1 offered the services of his watercolours set, but declined to participate, being too grown up for the Easter Bunny and associated antics these days [yeah again with the scrolling down, past the candles this time].
Added to last year’s lot, we now have about seventeen eggs hanging on the easter tree.