No joke last week I made 48 deviled eggs for a dinner party and as I was piping the filling I got a text rescheduling the event, leaving me with 48 deviled eggs and no one to help eat them.
It was a dangerous time for me.
That angry/relieved/happy mix would make for an interesting evening for me. I’d eat the lot and feel I deserved it for how they done me dirty, even if I secretly was relieved not to have to go to a big social event.
If you were a real one you would invent a chicken that shits out pre-deviled eggs.
This is how Gaston eats four dozen eggs.
Truth!
absolutely.
the ‘jell-o shot’ of appetizers.
The voices are right.
Rookie numbers.
The voices know what’s good for me, thank you very much.
Gross.
My sentiments exactly. I always figured they were deviled because the devil created those nasty monstrosities.
Exactly! https://youtu.be/CBC2OCXceV8
