my first blog

Okay then, here is my favorite hard boiled egg story; When my Mindy was 7 she & Grandma Davidson dyed eggs for Easter (not something Mindy had done before). The eggs were pretty! The next day we were going cross-country skiing. We loaded a small day pack with a few things to eat for lunch... some apples, cheese, a few crackers and a canteen of water. This was before personal bottled water was the "thing".  Mindy wanted to put some of the Easter Eggs in to eat as well. I reminded her, she did not like eggs. She insisted she did like Easter Eggs. So, in the pack they went. When it was time to eat, we made a place by stomping a square of snow down with our ski's and placed one ski there to stand on and the other ski on an unstomped place to set on, and proceded to unpack our lunch.  Mindy choose her egg, the "prettiest one" and peeled it. She took a bite of it and then spit it out!! When asked "What's wrong?" she declared "It tastes like an egg!" I guess she thought because it was pretty it would taste better...ha ha ha