Isn't it funny how a smell can bring back memories? Every time I smell vinegar I have the same thought, Kelly - dying Easter Eggs. As a kid, we were only allowed to dye 1 or 2 eggs (with 10 kids dying eggs that was a dozen or 2). But the fun was all of us getting together like that to dye them.

My parents were really big on celebrating. We celebrated EVERYTHING! You name it was celebrated and discussed at the dinner table. So dying eggs became a celebration of sorts.