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the rogue egg…

Does anyone else think it odd that we eat “deviled eggs” during religious holiday get-togethers?

Don’t get me wrong, I love them. But as I sat at the Easter lunch table yesterday, I had to refrain from asking why on such a profound holy day, are we making and eating (by the dozens), eggs that are named after the Prince of Darkness. (although I just discovered that in the Midwest and the South people sometimes refer to them as “dressed eggs”, or “salad eggs” ~ to avoid scrutiny I suppose)  This thought process lead to my wondering why they always seem to taste the same. Punishment perhaps for thinking it ok to celebrate with something so devilish? Maybe, or perhaps people are afraid to think outside the box when it comes to a party food that dates back to the 18th century. (you would think we might have come up with something more creative in the last 250 years or so).

This is my attempt at something a little different then the standard.

Sinful. I know.

Deviled Eggs with Dill and Mushrooms

6 Hard boiled eggs

5-6 white mushrooms – chopped very fine

2 Tablespoons mayo

1 teaspoon sugar

1 teaspoon lemon juice

1 teaspoon Dijon mustard

1/2 tsp salt and pepper

2 teaspoons dried dill

Saute mushrooms in 1 tsp butter until golden, remove from heat and allow to cool while prepairing remaining ingredients. Slice eggs in half lengthwise; remove yolks and set whites aside. In a small bowl, mash yolks with a fork. Add all the ingredients, except for mushrooms to yolk, mix well. Once mushrooms are cool, mix into yolk mixture. Stuff or pipe into egg whites. Refrigerate until serving.

Note: You might just find me,alone in the corner, devouring my sinful creation with reckless abandon, at the next  eating frenzy religious celebration.

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Posted by on pmpMon, 25 Apr 2011 13:35:21 +000035Monday 4 , 2011 in Recipes

 

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the good, the bad and the eggy…

It’s that time of year. The grass is finally green again, trees are budding, flowers are starting to bloom. Spring is in the air. But what is that smell?

Ah yes, boiled eggs.

It is said that in medieval Europe, beautifully decorated eggs were given as gifts. I am guessing that back then, the smell blended in and no one took offense. Why this tradition started, I have no idea, but its something few of us can avoid during this vibrantly fragrant time of year.

(Yes this is all going somewhere).

Today we dyed eggs. I like to think that I have done my part to carry on the Easter funk tradition.

For most people, this may not seem like a big deal. And really it’s not. But in my house most projects turn into major events.

As a mother I have learned to take art projects of any kind done with my children, in stride. I am a bit of an control freak idealist when it comes to crafty undertakings. Countless times I have taken over one of my children’s projects. But as I have fine tuned my parenting skills, I have learned to let go of my ideals and what I think the outcome should be. Who cares if craft eyes are glued on where the mouth should be,  if they mix all the finger paints and make brown soup over the beautiful flower they just painted or that a “portrait” they are so proud of looks more like Sigmund the Sea Monster then me.

I have learned that the less I fret over them, the more fun we all have. And the outcome? Beautiful works of art that I will treasure forever.

So when my 4-year-old Picasso wanted to dye eggs today, I knew I needed to step back and let him do it HIS way.

The results:

Beautiful aren’t they? And all I did was boil the eggs and open the packets of dye.

 
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Posted by on pmpWed, 20 Apr 2011 13:10:13 +000010Wednesday 4 , 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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