I spent the better part of this past weekend figuring out an addicting Deviled Egg recipe that rivals my sister’s. The first one I tried is by Rockin Robin.
I didn’t add onions or horseradish and by the time we mixed the egg yolks together, I could tell it wasn’t going to be good. My instincts were right, as it wasn’t that great.
On the second try, I used Hellman’s recipe. Everything was coming along nicely until I added the 1/4 tsp. salt, which ruined the mixture. It was too salty and nothing I tried could overcome the saltiness
On my third try, I used a recipe from Food.com by Nurslinda.
There are two distinct differences in this recipe. The first is that it uses Miracle Whip instead of Mayo. I realize there are Mayo purists out there, but Miracle Whip definitely provides a missing element in this dish. Second, I added two tablespoons of French’s regular yellow mustard instead of 1 teaspoon. While the mixture is delicious, it’s the sprinkle of salt and pepper on each finished egg that makes it perfect.
My Delicious Easter Deviled Eggs
My sister makes killer deviled eggs which to me, is the kind that are addicting where you can’t eat just one. I think I may have found a recipe to rival hers!
Thanks to Spring, the windmill isn’t so lonely anymore.
A few days ago (April 5th), it was the 13th anniversary of the day Layne Staley, the lead singer of Alice in Chains passed away due to a drug overdose. Staley had a unique voice which matched up perfectly with the grunge rock era of the 90s. However, the MTV Unplugged session the band recorded in 1996 would be remembered as one of his best and last performances of all time.
Although it’s a bit late, here is the entire MTV Unplugged session from 1996 with high quality audio. The performance was one of the band’s final appearances with vocalist, Layne Staley. R.I.P. Layne, I miss your voice man, you left us too soon.
P.S. I’ve determined that there is no volume level too high for Nutshell.
Lyrics to Nutshell. Song by Alice in Chain
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead
My mind is cloudy. I have no sense of direction. I need clarity, but do not know who or what can give it to me. I need a renewed sense of drive, passion, desire, fuel for the once raging fire that is now just embers. I need to step off this path I’m on and try another to reach a destination I don’t have or know about. Suffice to say, I’m fucked.
P.S. I couldn’t sleep very well so by the time I went to bed, I saw the fog in my head was also outside.
The purpose of this post is to save a draft with a post title, then edit the post title and hit publish to see if the changed title is pushed out to social networks through publicize.
Nope, it’s broken and doesn’t work the way it should. The correct post title shows up on the front page when published, but the previous title gets sent out across social media sites.
Daffodils making there grand Spring entrance.