Years ago my Canadian friend Andy and his family were visiting. I was making pancakes for breakfast. It was and is my habit to blow eggs that are going to be scrambled up anyway so I can save the egg shells to decorate the egg tree. Andy came into the kitchen just as I was blowing out the egg. Bloop into the bowl. His eyes wide he asked me, “What the hell did you just do?”
Andy’s family did not have the habit of decorating an egg tree. I think my mother picked up the idea from a children’s book from eastern Europe. At least one of my sisters and I keep it up. Jenny’s eggs are far prettier than mine, more in the Easter egg style. And she putts a pretty colored button on the end of the thread to hold it in place as my mother had.
I developed a method of securing the string with half a toothpick and a drop of glue. I find it easier and more secure. It will even hold an egg that has been dropped and no longer has a bottom half.
