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…

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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?