Dear Reader:

I have come to recognize that my eating habits have a craving tendency to appear in intervals and then disappear quite suddenly. ( I simply then move on to another craving. )

In the past few weeks… my morning ritual has turned to consuming scrambled egg sandwiches. After going for months without any eggs in the fridge… it is now the first thing I check for each morning. So yesterday when I opened a new carton, to my delight, Eggland’s Best was paying tribute to Breast Cancer with an added pink ribbon 🎀 on each egg.

This weekend is proving to be a cold, rainy one -high’s in the mid-forties with a record broken Friday for the coldest day on record on this date. All the grandchildren’s activities were canceled for Saturday… maybe to be made up today Sunday but even that could end up being canceled.

In honor of the coldest November day in the Lowcountry-I built my first fire in the den and felt enveloped in comfort and joy!

While I was scrambling my egg , yesterday, and staring at the pink ribbon egg carton.. suddenly a legend resurfaced about a red egg. After breakfast I found it on-line and an interesting history of the egg pre-Christian times.

We must go to the Ukraine and it’s ancient culture to discover more egghistory pre-Christian days. Back then eggs were associated with different springtime rites. Being an agricultural society… a late or cold spring had an impact on crops, so people tried to harness the power of the sun to bring about the resurrection of spring.

And what reminds you of the sun? An egg with its bright yellow center and the life that springs from it. So they started writing on their eggs ( pysanky) and adorning them with symbols like the sun, a triangle, or a line that encircles the egg.)

.. And now the Legend of the Red Egg. One version of this tale maintains that after the risen Christ had ascended to Heaven, Mary Magdalene went to Rome and had an audience with the Roman Emperor, Tiberius Caesar. It was the custom for those visiting the Emperor to take him a gift so Mary took an egg. She rebuked Caesar for the crucifixion of Jesus and then handed him the egg-a symbol of new life-saying ” Christ is risen!”

Caesar replied, ” How could anyone rise from the dead? It is as impossible as it would be for that egg to change from white to red.” According to the story, as he was saying these words, the egg turned blood red.

So until tomorrow… white, pink or red the egg, at any season of the year, represents hope to me and though amazing life will soon hibernate … nothing will die… my garden will return again next spring-refreshed and ready to bloom again !

” Today is my favorite day. ” Winnie the Pooh