I am not pregnant, nor am I the white trash picnic type. That's why my fascination with deviled eggs is somewhat perplexing. The first time I dared to try a deviled egg was my birthday last year, which took place at a bed and breakfast in Savannah, GA. It was hor d'oeuvre hour, and my friend and I were starving, so we helped ourselves to the eggs. I kept going back and back for seconds, thirds maybe even fourths.
You don't cross paths too often with a delicacy such as deviled eggs, so my love for them became a sort of distant memory. Until I was flipping through a dated Elle magazine at home and came upon a recipe from The Hideaway in NYC. I was determined to recreate the wondrous little treats.
the recipe: 10 eggs
2/3 cup of mayonnaise
1 tablespoon dijon mustard
1 teaspoon white wine vinegar
salt & pepper
hard boil eggs, cool then peel. cut eggs in half then add yolks to mix of mayonnaise, mustard and vinegar until creamy. salt and pepper to taste. scoop mixture into egg hollows and garnish with paprika.
The verdict: my craving has been sufficiently satisfied, perhaps forever. I found the unfortunate smell of the eggs during preparation stilled my appetite for them upon completion. My mom, however applauded my meek attempt at "cooking" (although she boiled the eggs), saying they were fabulous, and that the dijon did the trick. So if anyone else desires to eat the deviled eggs of the stars, or at least, the weirdos of nyc who eat deviled eggs, try the recipe, just be sure to ask someone else to do it for you.
- Carly Pifer
- Born and raised under the Los Angeles sun and smog. At sixteen spent some time in LA County Juvenile Detention Center, although never really learned her lesson. Moved to Boston for the classic college experience. Spray painted graffiti in the Paris Metro during six month stay in the Marais. Survived an ultra fabulous and frightening internship at Vogue Magazine while living at a nunnery in Hell's Kitchen. Lived a year in Seoul, a city which can only be compared to a Disneyland theme park. Written four hundred sixty-four words of an undisclosed masterpiece novel. Currently pondering her next adventure and also the meaning of her memoirs from an artist's loft in dirty Brooklyn.