Eggs have had such a waxing and waning role in my life. I didn't really like them as a kid. Then I had a fried egg and was smitten with the delicious runny yolk-- perfect for dipping toast or bacon. While pregnant with my daughter I had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich every day for 9 months (really 10, but that's a girl thing). Fast forward a couple of years, my son had an egg allergy. No more eggs. They weren't banned necessarily, but we didn't eat a lot of them either. He outgrew his egg allergy, but never really came to like them unless they were part of a cookie, pancake or brownie. Then I had one more son who, not surprisingly, also had an egg allergy. At 4, he's outgrown it, and actually likes eggs. So, we're back to lots of eggs in the house, and as this post is coming just before Easter, it feels appropriate to share that this is the first time in 10 years that I'll be dying actual, real, hard-boiled eggs with my kids for Easter. I've been waiting for a very long time to do this and am one excited Easter Bunny!
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