This post may contain affiliate links where we earn a small commission from each sale. Find out more in our disclosure.
Being newly married, life is full of surprises…
We had been married about 4 months when we spent our first Easter together. Andrew’s family has a tradition where everyone (cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles) all get together and go camping for the weekend. Sounds like a cool tradition, no? Well, the coolness I was anticipating, quickly gave way to full on weirdness.
Before the trip, Andrew told me that we needed to bring a few dozen dyed and boiled eggs. Now in my family this would translate into a giant egg salad (you know that amazing dish that you’re super pumped you only eat once a year…). When we got there and he explained to me what we were doing, I was less than excited. We were all going to hike up a hill and roll the eggs down. Why, you may ask? Well, they swear it’s because it’s disgusting to eat dyed foods. Yes, this from the family that has no issues with all sorts of candies, snacks and junk (though in their defence they do eat pretty healthy, just don’t avoid those things). Somehow they decided that for this one day, they would abstain from food dyes – though somehow peeps didn’t apply.
As we approached the top of the hill, Andrew warned me that this could get a little out of control. You see, his family was all pretty much adults, not just fun loving kids. As soon as the eggs were released, my mind started reeling. “Who are these crazy people?” “What are they doing?” “Are eggs really supposed to fly?” “Why is there yolk all over my shirt?”
You see, they say that they roll their Easter eggs each year, but that’s code for “let’s have a giant hard boiled egg throwing fight”. Did you remember that we were camping? Did I mention that we were at a place that didn’t have water, so our supply was limited to a small jug? Oh yes, and now we’re covered with egg. I swear, they’re all crazy. I still remember cowering behind a rock, trying to protect myself from the egg slinging! Madness, I tell you!
Eight years and three kids later and the egg rolling is still going strong. Yes, I’ve fully embraced (and even sort of enjoy) this fully wacky tradition. Luckily, our version of egg rolling is, well, actually egg rolling.
We dye our eggs, find a big hill, and turn them loose. Occasionally one of the kids will throw an egg instead of rolling it, but let’s just say that none of them have a career as a professional baseball player in their future, so it’s not a big deal. Most of them don’t break the first time so they head down to the bottom, gather them up and do it again. We usually get 3 or 4 rolls out of an egg before they are totally trashed. The kids totally love it. They usually bring Tonka trucks with them and load up the back of them and laugh like crazy as they watch the carnage unfold before their eyes as the truck flips and rolls as the eggs go flying.
This is easily the kids favorite Easter tradition. I just have to remind myself that it can be a great time and try and block out my first traumatic, my in-laws have lost their minds, this is so gross, crazy egg
At the very least, it sure beats eating egg salad for a week!