My Eastern eggs

I did not colors my eggs for Eastern and did not hide them: my grand-children went to the other grand-mother and they go find eggs in her garden.

And this photo does not dates for this year either, but two years back.


I love it more then the multicolored eggs from Romania, and the great chocolat displays in London. Or the lamb eaten in Transylvania.

Perhaps even here.

I found funny that the UK Premier Minister's wife did not eat veal in France as guest, does she eat lamb in London? When I was child day by day I went through the market to school, trying not to look at the bodies of the lambs with their bloody heads down.

I do not like lamb:

But I do not refuse to eat it when someone invites me to her table.