Do return to All Things Fulfilling tomorrow. An author narrated story about Easter will be posted for one day only.
You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. ~ Fyoda Dostoyevsky
Oh, Easter Joy! Look at these little pretties that are pictured. I’ve been up since before the crack of dawn making them.
In my memory box from my childhood are recollections of the year my mother and my aunt Claire made my twin sister, two brothers and me, and our two cousins Jay and Karen (aka Meg) hand-crafted Easter eggs made out of mashed potatoes. Yes, you read it right – mashed potatoes.
Although both my mother and my aunt (now in their mid-eighties) have lucid memories of making these eggs, neither of them still have the recipe but I was able to track it down from A Taste of Home.
The candy is every bit as good and sweet as commercially made coconut-crème…
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