At a recent yardsale I found this adorable chicken item.
It’s a deviled egg plate with a salt shaker. It’s missing the pepper shaker but it’s still cute.
I happily bought it home knowing that I would never, in this life time anyway, ever make or eat deviled eggs. Neither would any of my kids or husband.
It’s a texture thing in our house. Solidified egg- jello just doesn’t (literally) go down well. If I tried to make my kids eat a deviled egg, I had better have a bucket handy. ‘Nuff said.
I think I have the only kids in the entire world who actually don’t like eggs. Sure they’ll eat them when I hide them in foods (sausage-bread-egg-cheese casseroles are considered yummy) and will on occasion eat scrambled eggs if I use onions and (really good) cheddar cheese, but a fried egg? Soft boiled egg? A hard boiled egg? There is just no way.
I even got the following deviled egg recipe ideas from a friend of mine:
“I love deviled eggs and they are so versatile, making a great snack, breakfast, lunch, hors d’oeuvres Take a hard boiled egg, rolling it to get the shell off without butchering the white part, slicing in half, taking out the yolk and mixing it with mayonnaise, mustard, and salt and pepper. Or…mix it with wasabi, minced veggies or other flavorings. Or…forget the yolk altogether and stuff the whites with hummus, crab salad, etc.”
It sounds like these would be tasty. It sounds like they are something that I should like. Oh how I wish I could like them, deviled eggs are always found at the best of the best parties and picnics presented in beautiful dishes much like mine. People are always oohing and ahhing over them.
But nope. Not even that is going to be enough for me to put a plate of deviled eggs on any holiday table in our house.
In the meantime however, a perfectly placed dried date stuffed with peanut butter and rolled in confectionery sugar delicately placed in each “egg spot” will serve us well and still allow me to justify keeping this dish.