I think that this was the very first Easter that I did not eat any hard boiled eggs. What a strange realization. I did eat my fair share of bacon buns. In my house it's first come first served, and I will not be the disappointed person looking at the empty bag. Maybe next year I'll have my egg, and maybe next year it will be beautiful. For now, I'll just feast my eyes on my mother's creativity. How was your Easter?