I was, too-it was sinful because in Africa, people starved every day-we should be grateful to have food to eat. I grew up on a ranch-you didn’t take a helping of something at the table unless you were going to eat it-otherwise you got lectured if it went into the bucket with the chicken feed. Being Hispanic, we didn’t do Easter eggs, but cascarones, and the raw contents of the punctured shells were whipped up and served as scrambled eggs the next morning for breakfast, like it or not-no wasted...
I think in our family it was China but I can’t remember. We never thought to do something useful with the eggs. We just waited for the Easter bunny to deliver the chocolate.