Colorful, whimsical Easter eggs are a special blessing each year. The permanent dye. The overpriced (even at a buck) decorating kit. The family bonds of egg decor will last a lifetime.
Precious.
The only thing that surpasses these priceless memories is the stench of boiled eggs that hits me in the face every time I open the refrigerator door.
Ahhh. The glorious smells of Spring.
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Unless it's the smell of eggs your kids hid in the living room and forgot to find. Yum!
Right there with you, girlfriend. I get to add leftover spinach salad to the mix.
When I read the word "sulphur" in your title; I went back into my mind to about 30 years ago.
My dad used to make a salve (to doctor animals) from sulphur and meat grease. And you would know that it was done right in my mom's kitchen. We could smell that stuff for weeks. Ahhh, but that was my daddy. Thanks for the smile.
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