So this afternoon I finally used my giant cupcake pan that I just HAD to have (a year ago) and I can't wait to show you all how adorable it turned out!!! It's in the fridge right now so I promise to take a photo tomorrow before it gets cut into pieces. I wanted to wish everyone a wonderful Easter and I hope the 'little ones' in your family find the Golden Egg and fill their baskets!!! Oh there's a story behind that, don't you worry.
The Tale of the Golden Egg....
As children, my sister and I would wake up extra early on Easter morning to see if we could catch the Easter Bunny in the act of hiding all our eggs and filling up our baskets. But every year it seemed we were just a few minutes too late.....he was gone. We would sit on the couch, staring out the window, each of us trying to secretly map out where the eggs were and how we could get them first. Once the door opened, we were off! We would always hunt in the front yard first, now that I'm grown I realize it's because there's no shade in the front yard and by 10am the chocolate candy in each egg would be soup! There were the typical small colored eggs (of course), plus the real eggs we had dyed and set out for the Easter Bunny the night before. And each year there were two giant white eggs (with REALLY good candy) and one silver egg. The silver egg always had money inside and you can bet the fight was on when one of us found it first. But our Mother told us every year that the Easter Bunny leaves behind only one Golden Egg containing a $100 bill. He leaves it for someone very special who had been extra good that year. (anyone else think the Easter Bunny has a deal with Santa??) So each year we would hunt....and hunt....and hunt, searching for that Golden Egg. Around 4pm we would give up, sit down for dinner and finally pass out from exhaustion once the sugar left our systems.
I'd like to tell you that my sister and I loved hunting eggs together and we were two sweet, little girls who loved each other very much...but I'd be lying. We were monsters!!! Competitive, conniving, sneaky little sh*ts (pardon my language, but we were). We would steal eggs from each others baskets, knock over chairs along our path just to trip the other one up, empty out the eggs into our baskets and then place them back as if they hadn't been found. HORRIBLE! And every year it gets worse....oh yes, we still hunt!! And our hubbies assist in the criminal acts!! The Golden Egg is still at large, but someday...it will be found.