Happy Easter. Helter Skelter Egg Run.

Happy Easter…

May your eggs be plentiful and yummy!

As a chicken keeper, who is not very keen on chocolate (really!) finding and enjoying eggs is more of an all year pursuit than a seasonal  treat – perhaps with a few weeks off midwinter when the chickens focus on keeping warm rather than egg production.

Last Easter, Holly (daughter number 2) gave me a lovely ceramic ‘egg tray’ to keep Ava and Clemmie’s eggs in.  A beautiful mix of utilitarian and elegant, it was a lovely present.  However, due to the traffic in our kitchen at times, it got broken within a week.  I replaced it with something that I think every chicken keeper should have – a helter skelter egg run…

04.14 Egg run with dishwasher box

More robust, quirky in design and cause for an everyday smile.

The definition of ‘Helter Skelter’ is In disorderly haste; confusedly; haphazardly.  

although that may apply to the fairground variety, the Helter Skelter is anything but when used as an egg run / store.

What I love about it is that it effortlessly orders the eggs – so that if you want the freshest for poaching you take from the top.  But when baking you’d go for one at the end of the run…  And gently guide the others down to take its place.  We used to date each egg when taking it out of the laying box, but that’s no longer necessary.

I got mine from Amazon UK – I’m sure they are easily available from outlets worldwide too.

 

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As a child, I didn’t particularly like chocolate either – I remember kind friends / family giving my sister and me beautifully shiny, brightly wrapped Easter Eggs.  I would enjoy the thought and the pretty packaging, but the eggs themselves would sit in the kitchen for some months.  Sometime in the autumn, my mother would usually make a chocolate cake   🙂

My parents used to hide a new dress in the garden as an Easter present for us to find instead of the eggs – I remember finding a lovely bright red dress one year – I put it straight on, then went to church and ripped it on the railings on the way home.  My mother mended it with iron on mending fabric… strange the things that we remember.  What does Easter mean to you?

 

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11 thoughts on “Happy Easter. Helter Skelter Egg Run.

  1. When I was a kid, Easter meant I could eat meat again! And sweets! We took fasting seriously because my grandma was a devout Catholic. She’d make us eat all-vegetable dishes the whole lent. Then on Easter she would cook up a storm! I loved it! LOL 🙂

    • Gosh, so Easter lunch must be a traditionally very carnivorous affair in your family!
      I love vegetarian food, but have never given up meat for lent…
      abstaining from sweets is much more common, I think!
      Ex.

  2. Hi Emma, what a wonderful idea for eggs, love this 🙂 I love your story about the Easter Eggs, same with me, I loved the sweets that were hidden in the middle but not so keen on the actual chocolate. Strange that isn’t it? Also smiled at your red dress story because it is just these kind of memories that never really leave us…not so much that you ripped your dress but that you remember the way your mother repaired it…
    I you and your family had a wonderful Easter filled with joy and love 🙂

  3. I love that egg run – what a clever idea! Chocolate of any kind would never sit around in my house – it is one of my favorite things. I hope you had a wonderful Easter. We go to my in-laws for dinner and always have an egg-cracking contest (with hard boiled eggs) – not sure if that’s an American thing or just a family one. It involves butting one another’s eggs, and the last one without cracks wins. Silly, but the kids love it!

    • That sounds like such a lovely family tradition, Dana.
      We have a family tradition that when it’s anyone’s birthday, my parents bring a crazy yellow stuffed toy thing(!?!) that looks like a cartoon character and sings ‘Happy Brithday to you!” It’s so out of character for my dad, that it always adds to the smiles at the birthday celebration! Ex.

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