An egg-speriment

April 3, 2010

Cooking, Prototype

Happy Easter! The Lord is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!

Let me tell you of a Friday morning experiment. Because I no longer have unique ideas of my own, I am reduced to copying others. Megan at (as I’ve said before) is living the life I’m meant to live: she’s younger, more creative, travels the world, and takes much, much better photos.

Megan made chocolate surprise eggs by melting chocolate and pouring it into clean, hollowed, dyed eggshells. I wanted to take a stab at it, but in my typical rushed, non-direction-following, lots-of-room-for-expected-error way.

The beginning went well. Eggs drained, boiled, and plopped into dye.

Purple is hard to mix.  Mine came out brown.

I was having fun with the egg-drying photos. I took one from below for an ‘art-shot’ and realized with horror that I have never, ever looked at the bottom of my upper cabinets. Note to murderers: When cleaning up the crime scene, get the underside of the cupboards.

This one is taken after a quick swipe with a washcloth.

Still a few splatters, but not enough to incriminate me.

I came back to the eggs after running some errands, and here’s where the breakdown occurred. I’m too impatient, and let’s just say – if you want to temper chocolate, you should actually follow the directions. Not me – rush, rush! Melt! Melt! Throw in some chocolate chips – it’ll be fine.

Looks promising, doesn't it?

I got to the fun part of loading the eggs. I had in mind to make giant ‘Reece’s peanut-butter cup’ eggs -thick dark chocolate shell, peanut butter candy inside, mmmmm.

Ignore my gross fingers.

However, after waiting around 45 minutes the chocolate still hadn’t set up, so I gave it up for a loss. Not a sad loss, though – I haven’t messed around on a kitchen project in ages, and it felt good. I tossed the eggs in the trash, poured the rest of the chocolate on the peanut butter candy, and we left for Omaha.

Coming back today, I noticed the chocolate on the candy was firm.

Hmmmmmm….. I dug in the trash.

Crack. Crack. Peel. Peel.

Relax, I didn’t eat it, but I did sigh heavily. As it turns out, it had hardened, but didn’t really have the *snap* of good chocolate.

Maybe next Easter I’ll do it right.

*snickner* Who’s kiddin’ who?

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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4 Responses to “An egg-speriment”

  1. Brad Said on:

    I don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating things out of the trash, as long as they’re on top or sealed in an air-tight container. I ate out of the lunchroom trash at school for a whole year once. I had to stop when some kid’s mom packed me an extra sandwich because he told her I was eating out of the trash.


    • Beth Said on:


      That’s why you get such generous Christmas gifts from your students!


    • Lloyd Said on:

      Was it Pete Lange who never brought a lunch when he was leading a crew detasseling? He was the king on “Are you going to eat that?”. Eventually people started bringing extra stuff for him.


  2. Keren Lowell Said on:

    I’m known for occasionally snagging food off of plates in pizza joints. You would not believe how many people don’t take perfectly good unchewed-on pizza home!


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