Tuesday, 27 March 2012


Have you ever bitten into something that you thought was one thing and it turned into quite another? I've had that happen many times. Either the food wasn't all it was cracked up to be or I expected the flavour to be different.

One of the many vignettes which I left out of Deliverance from Jericho (Six Years in a Blind School), due to space constraints, was the time our grade two teacher brought a basket of Easter eggs to class.

As Mrs. Rose passed out one seasonal treat to each child, my mouth watered. Like any child, I had a sweet tooth. Any offer of candy, chocolate, or other sugary confection, I eagerly accepted.

When Mrs Rose handed me the multi-coloured delicacy, my mouth watered even more. I took a big bite and then stopped in surprise. It wasn't candy as I had anticipated but a boiled chicken egg. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. As I had never eaten that sort of Easter egg, I hadn't known that I needed to peal it first.

To my profound relief, none of the others in the room noticed my faux pas. They were all too busy pealing their eggs. I copied the rest of the children as they shelled their treats and ate them. Though I felt let down, I enjoyed the taste of the boiled egg. It was nicer than those over-cooked monstrosities served in the dining hall.

I wrote about the dreadful food at Jericho Hill School for the Deaf and Blind in Deliverance from Jericho. Please check out the link on the left side of this page for more information about this matter-of-fact memoir. Please contact me directly if the comment form doesn't work for you.


  1. I laughed out loud when I read you bit that hard boiled egg, shell and all. You were very lucky that nobody else saw you.
    In my opinion that teacher owes you a chocolate egg.

  2. My earliest memories of Easter was of coloring the eggs. My mother boiled the eggs and made a dye from food coloring and vinegar. We dipped the eggs in the dye until they were completely covered and put them in the basket. I wasn't into sweets or boiled eggs so my brother and parents ate mine, but it was still fun.


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