Last night's egg dying party was a huge success. I bought 30 eggs, though 6 of them burst while boiling and are now destined for egg salad sandwiches. Two American colleagues came over so we could munch chips and popcorn and gin/tonics while carefully considering our color choices. Somehow, there wasn't a crayon in the house. We rooted around in drawers, and through experimentation and sacrifice we learnt that chapstick is more effective for drawing on eggs than eyeliner.
However, our adult egg-dying event devolved into much silliness when Solange, her older sister and 4th grade nephew showed up at the door an hour later. Suddenly, the eggs weren't just dyed, but practically batiked! Next time you want to win an egg dying contest, get a Congolese for your team. Egg-dying became a war of the boldest and blendiest of colors. They went home with some of the best, but the Malian kiddos that hunt these on Sunday will not be disappointed.
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