This is a customary offer, is it not? When invited for a meal, the invitee should always offer to bring a dish. In addition to abiding by custom, though, I also actually love to cook and bake. So, I always enjoy bringing something to a meal. I suppose in truth, however, I'm always hoping that I'll be the one who decides what exactly I will bring. I'm always hoping for a, "sure, you can bring whatever you'd like!" In which case, I generally bring a dessert--because that's what my skill and my taste buds favor.
In this case, I was asked to bring deviled eggs.... at which point I'm thinking: deviled eggs?! You have got to be kidding.... I HATE making deviled eggs!
Deviled Eggs are named appropriately. Because, when I think of the devil himself, characteristics like frustrating, difficult, aggravating, challenging and destroying come to mind. And when I think of deviled eggs, I think of just those same things.
My anger towards the small white and yellow hors devours comes mostly from the act of shelling them. I cannot, no matter how hard I try, seem to get their shells off without tearing much of the insides apart as well. I have tried using a spoon; I have tried running them under water. I have tried letting them sit in the fridge for a day. Nothing works. Most often, I am left with a mess of a white that hardly resembles an egg at all. Sometimes the pieces aren't even whole.
The shame of it all is that I absolutely love the taste of deviled eggs. Again, it reminds me of scenarios with the actual devil--sometimes, looking at someone's life of sin can look pretty appealing. The taste of the egg is so good..... but is it worth the price to get there?
In this instance, I didn't really have a choice. I certainly didn't feel like I could tell the hostess, "no, I will not bring deviled eggs because they will be an absolute disaster." I did, however, warn her that they will not win any awards for beauty. At least I had a Pampered Chef Easy Accent Decorator so that all was not lost. Otherwise, I'm not sure anyone would have even eaten my piles of goo. Although, now that I say that, I don't yet know if the Easy Accent Decorator redeemed my eggs or not.... I still have T minus thirty minutes until I know the true result....
Will anyone even eat my offering?
And for anyone interested in the actual history of the word and concept of the deviled egg--here's a neat site that I found: http://www.deviledeggs.com/why_called_deviled_eggs.html