The party was lovely. Saw a lot of family I hadn't seen in a long time. I couldn't even remember all of their names. It was nice to see everyone and catch up...and learn some of their names again. The whole time I kept looking for the red eggs. There was lasagna, roast beef, potatoes, spinach dip, chicken wings and a huge table of desserts, but no red eggs. I finally inquired and was told that our family isn't that traditional. It seemed like a decent enough answer, I wasn't planning on eating one anyhow. I just figured they would be there because it was a Red Egg Party for the baby. The name sort of implies....
After I had my fill of dinner and treats, I started making the goodbye rounds. Easier said than done, it took about an hour. How come the second you decide to leave people find a million things to talk to you about? I mean I was there for three hours...

Finally, I got to the door and there were colourful Chinese take out boxes. I was instructed to take two because there were so many. They had filled them with extra lemon squares and such...sort of the last thing I needed after eating for a solid three hours. But I took two and went on my way. I had another function that night so I just left them on the counter...afterall, they were just desserts.
The next afternoon, feeling a little peckish, I opened one up to grab a treat. And then I found the egg...

Hidden beneath a tasty treat was a little psychedelic red, hard boiled egg. It looked psychedelic, almost tie-dyed.
-Bean