Eggs

I picked up my first CSA egg share last night! There's something kind of magical about having eggs that are all different shades and sizes.

Unfortunately (or, actually, fortunately, because I love me some eggs) I thought the CSA started next week, so I bought a carton of 18 eggs on Monday. So, I was daydreaming about egg recipes. I think that over-easy egg pizza is happening Friday night.

I remember the first time I made deviled eggs on my own: for a potluck my last week of nursing school. I had forgotten that older eggs peel more easily than fresh eggs after being hard-boiled.

It was kind of disastrous. It took forever, and they were not pretty.

When I took them to school, I set the deviled eggs on the back seat of my car, where they were flat and safe from harm. Alas, physics prevailed when some jerk cut me off and I had to slam on my brakes. I heard the plate tumble to the floor.

For the next five minutes until I arrived at school, I was fuming about my precious eggs and imagining the mess in the back seat.

But Glad Press and Seal Saved the day! The plate was upside down, but the eggs were all pretty much intact. And they tasted delicious, as is the habit of deviled eggs.


I considered a career as a spokesperson for Glad. It could have been glamorous.