Last year I was really struggling with how to celebrate Easter while also maintaining my status as an evil, plastic-hating, sugar-denying shrew of a mother. This kind of malevolence doesn’t just happen, you know. It’s carefully planned and cultivated. Deprivation like this takes work, dammit.
Eventually my family saved me, and I wrote about the sustainable easter-egg tradition we came up with because I was so in love with it. It turns out you were too, and so many of you mentioned wanting to do it for your kids next Easter that I thought I would post it again as we approach April, in case you’d forgotten.