Egg-cellent!

What do you do when life gives you hard-boiled eggs? Make Scotch Eggs!


We don’t usually do too much for Easter at our house. In Canada, it was common for us to have a big ham for Easter, with lots of side dishes.


One thing that our kids like to do is Easter Egg colouring. I’ve never done it with students at my school because there is just too much danger involved. Even with our kids, there is a certain amount of spillage of the dyes, and the clean up takes a while.


Here’s what our girls produced this year:


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Now, after Easter I’m usually left with a problem. You see, our kids like eggs but don’t often eat boiled eggs. It’s not that they don’t like them, it’s just that they don’t ever crave them. I grew up eating boiled eggs all the time. Sometimes we’d have them for breakfast, sometimes they’d be used for lunch to make egg salad sandwiches, sometimes they’d be snacks as devilled eggs, and sometimes they’d be pickled in vinegar and spices.


Eating a boiled egg a day would take me a bit of time to go through all the eggs. But through a chance chat with my brothers living in Canada yesterday, I was reminded of Scotch Eggs.


Scotch Eggs are boiled eggs that are covered with ground meat and then boiled in oil. Seeing as I had already thawed minced meat for our dinner, this sounded like a good opportunity to make Scotch Eggs for the first time in my life.


The eggs I bought for our girls to colour were new eggs, and new eggs do not peel well. Of the whole recipe, this seemed to take the most time. After they eggs were peeled, they were wrapped in seasoned minced meat, floured, dipped in egg (another egg!), then in breadcrumbs and fried in oil. They turned out good.


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My daughters told me that they sometimes get this food as their school lunches, prepared at school by the school dieticians. They’ve eaten more Scotch Eggs than I have! One of my daughters told me they usually only get a half egg for their lunch.


I had to leave to teach some lessons just after I finished cooking these, so I couldn’t see if my daughters would eat them or not. When I came home later in the evening I was surprised. Almost all of the Scotch Eggs were eaten! This was a happy ending to the Easter Eggs.



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