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Much Needed Color

Easter is right around the corner and it's time to make those plain white eggs into a creative masterpiece.  I love it!  Honestly, even when my kids leave I'll probably still be giddy about drawing on eggs with a crayon and dunkin' them into every color until they are the perfect shade. =)

It's something we do every year, but I have often wondered what nasty things were hidden inside all of those color tablets.  After exploring the truth about artificial coloring I've decided I would like to keep my family away from it as much as I can.  I know it is near impossible to remove all harmful substances in the food they consume... but if I can... why would I choose not to?  This was an easy fix.  Now, instead of buying an egg coloring kit we hunt through our cupboards and make our own.

There are many options, so experiment and most of all have fun!  I would post pictures but honestly we have some of the ugliest eggs ever this year.  My kids decided that each egg should be the perfect shade of gray instead of anything pretty. That's what happens when you ask teen boys to help. =) 

 Pink - Beets

Blue - A few teaspoons of frozen or fresh blueberries.

Purple - Mix the pink and blue

Yellow - A heaping teaspoon of turmeric.

Green - Mix the blue and yellow.  At first we had a difficult time getting a nice shade of green.  We tried spinach and green tea but neither one gave the color we wanted.  Then it dawned on us - blue and yellow make green! =) Haha sometimes we just complicate things.

Bring 2 cups of water and whatever spice or fruit/veggie you're using to a boil.  Reduce heat and let simmer for about 10 minutes or until the color is strong.  Remove from heat and cool.  Add 2 teaspoons of white vinegar.  Give it a good stir and dunk away.


Until then...
Jessie
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