|***Enjoy this classic Thanksgiving post***
It's a few hours before the meal and I'm already stuffed. No, I'm not the turkey. I almost had a major meltdown earlier over the deviled eggs. You wouldn't think that it would be that hard to boil eggs and then peel the shells but somewhere there was a major breakdown in this process. The shells would not come off the eggs and I had to take a butter knife and chip the shells off. This process resulted in four different opinions as to why the shells would not come off more easily.
Mom says that the eggs were too fresh and that was the reason the shells were difficult to remove.
Sister says the eggs needed to be at room temperature before they were boiled.
Niece says the eggs probably came from the chickens outside and have been buried out behind the outhouse for the last few years.
The MA Fat Woman didn't say anything but just kept swearing under her breath.
Brother says the eggs weren't boiled long enough and the shells needed to be removed promptly after boiling.
After this discussion which took almost an hour it was time to make the deviled egg mixture. Again, an hour to discuss how to make the mixture and four differing opinions.
If we're having this much trouble with the eggs I can hardly wait until it's time to mash the potatoes.