Every easter, we usually have a big egg hunt at my in-laws’ house. This Easter, since their new home is still under construction, our friends Matt and Jen hosted it, and, as you can probably tell from the following photos, it was one of the best Easter parties to date!
First…the goodies being stuffed into the eggs! It’s not as easy as you’d think to get some of those packs of candy in without having to duct tape the egg!
We found out that John’s shirt matches the dining room paint color…
All the kids! (Well, those of us below the age of 30.)
Our friend Amber, who also wrote about this on her own blog, found the winning Post-It® note in an egg. Her prize was a very yummy (and very large) peanut butter-filled chocolate egg from Chocolate Madness (which also makes the best Grand Marnier truffles know to humankind. Check them out!)
Every year we try to destroy a chocolate bunny by throwing golf balls at it. But since we still had snow(!), someone decided it would be better to suspend the bunny from the side of the barn and chuck snowballs at it. Jen felt bad for the bunny after his head got knocked off…
And so did the other Jen:
After we did that, Matt and Ken found a tiny firecracker and put it in the bunny’s head…
And if you look hard, you can find the pieces of chocolate flying through the air like shrapnel:
And the reaction from the girls after the chocolate shrapnel:
All that was left of Professor E. Stirbunni:
Changing gears, there were these appetizers there called Irish Potatoes (I think) that were actually fabulously delicious globs of cinnamon-covered cream cheese and other goodness. I’ll try to remember to find out exactly what’s in them!
Back to the silliness…Egg-blowing, the most fun you can have with a raw egg and a tupperware container! You poke holes in both sides of the egg, as Jen is doing here:
Then you blow out the goop (technical term). This would, in theory, make it easier to paint and/or decorate. We just wanted to see who could do it the fastest. Jen beat five other people.
The snow bunny Ken made (which met the same fate as Professor E. Stirbunni):
And our friends Amber and John, who are on their way to Italy next weekend for a few weeks (John has a conference there…I want his job!).