Easter Fun & Hunger Games

imagesY5JW5CIUWaking up early in the morning for an Easter feast used to be one of my favourite things about this holiday.

We weren’t allowed to go anywhere near the food until we had washed our cheeks with… one red egg for health, a white one for purity of heart, and a coin for a little wealth. Every spiritual endeavour will have its practical side I suppose.

Grandpa would’ve spent the night in church to bring back blessed treats, and these were without fail the first to be tasted after the “battle of the eggs” was done and dusted. No-No. Not the chocolate kind. These were the real thing, painted the previous day under grandma’s close supervision. We were allowed to pick patterns to add to the shell: usually a parsley leaf cottoned on to its side, or a candle wax design which left an imprint once the egg had its baptism in the die.

Red eggs, blue eggs, green and yellow, even brownish ones and some determinately drunk-burgundy ones made their way to the table: a fashion show of custom-made edible Fabergés. However, we did not discriminate on the basis of colour in choosing our “competitor.” Size matterred, as did the pointiness of the egg; no one wanted to be stuck with Humpty Dumpty types.

For those unfamiliar with it, the “battle of the eggs” is the Easter equivalent of conkers with no strings attached. The best eggs are hard-boiled and pointy. Each player takes turns hitting the point of the opponent’s egg with their own, and the egg that makes it to the end of the round un-cracked is declared victorious. Its owner may allow it to live another day (or at least until it is challenged to another battle).

I rather miss that. Trying to crack a chocolate egg is nowhere near as fun. With hindsight, the original game did not have quite the gladiatorial setup I attributed to it as a child, but then again… for all eggs involved, they were the real “hunger games.”

 

Daily Prompt: Saturday Night

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22 thoughts on “Easter Fun & Hunger Games

    • It’s lovely to delve back into the past for little stories of youthful happiness, sin’t it? 🙂 I hope you had a lovely morning/day with your loved ones this year too.

  1. I’d never heard of egg battles until I had friends from Turkey. It seems they’re quite common whenever there are two or more boiled eggs in the same room. At least they were with my friends around. ^_^ And they were all adult males. Go figure.

    • I had no idea this tradition existed in Turkey too. Makes me wonder whether that’s how it came around to our corner of the world as well. May well be. Thank you for the prompt, I may well have to investigate this further.

    • Lovely to hear from you, KG, and thank you. We crossed paths on someone else’s blog the other day (I commented just after you). Hope you’re having a lovely holiday xx

      • Holidays were very good. Back to back bending work 🙂
        Have been enjoying your poems and your photo challenge entries are interesting 🙂

      • So glad to hear it. I’m sure that work will be all the more enjoyable for having taken that break. Wishing you a great week ahead, KG and thank you.

  2. Oh, how wonderful, Vic: such a vivid and fresh memory. I had never heard of it either – it sounds like such fun! I would have loved to play such a game when I was a child. Happy Easter. xxx

    • I haven’t thought about this in years. It wouldn’t be the same now that my grandmother is gone, but those are lovely memories and I am thankful they are with me still. Thank you, Ali and I hope your line reading&learning is going well. Keeping my fingers crossed for your performance and wishing you a very happy Easter xx

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  5. This reminded me of being in Greece many years ago during Easter. At the end of the church service everyone was invited to take a red coloured egg from a basket and batter away. I recollect, I’m sure, seeing TV coverage of the then president participating in the ritual.
    As children we dipped dyed ours in tea and decorated with faces then took them out on Easter Sunday to a nearby hill, rolled them down the hill then rolled ourselves down after them. Once they were cracked we could eat them. Happy memories. If a bit dizzying. Thanks for the joyful reminder. Hope you had a lovely Easter weekend.x

    • Congratulations on your egg-battle wins, and yes: it does make a difference if fully-fledged consumerism is kept at bay. Thank you for the link, Ivy. Intrigued, so off to read it next.

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