Remember when you were a kid and you dyed eggs for Easter? I do. My mom would hard-boil about two to three dozen eggs, and my two sisters and I would mix bowls of vinegar and food coloring. My nose is twitching as a I remember the vinegar smell. Eew. So after delicately creating funky and not so funky patterns, we would leave the eggs for Dad to hide.
Now think about this with me. Between the time Mom cooked the eggs, Dad hid them, and my sisters and I hunted them, we're talking HOURS. Does the word samenella...sominella...omg, I can't spell. Well despite my inability to spell that word, we all know what word I'm trying to spell. At least I hope we do.
My sisters and parents actually ate some of those hunted hard-boiled eggs. Me? I couldn't get past the green-colored egg white. Double eew. My mom sometimes made egg salad sandwiches. I'm grossing myself out with my memories.
Realistically, wouldn't it had been wiser just to go with the chocolate-filled plastic eggs? Each year you could recycle the eggs. Of course, you wouldn't want to recycle the chocolate.
Right now I'm on The Great Agent Egg Hunt. As an unpubbie, I'm never sure if the agent I query is a delicious chocolate-filled one or hard-boiled.
So I know the best thing to do is research and ask around.
Today I'm sending off a requested partial to an agent in NY. I have a feeling she's a chocolate-filled one. I just gotta hope she sees the chocolate-filling in my writing. Too bad I can't send a box of Godiva with my sample chapters.
So to those of you who are also out on the Great Agent Hunt, I send you chocolate-filled best wishes to ward off any hard-boiled one.