Did I say I was going to clean out and organize my cabinets this weekend? Oooooops. I, uh, didn’t feel like it. Probably because I had huge piles of laundry stacked on my counter and I would not have been able to take everything out of the cabinets unless I first folded and put away all the laundry. And, um, I didn’t feel like doing that.
My husband loves to cook. On the weekends when he is home is always fixing fun foods for the kids, and most of the time they are somewhat healthy, because he also hates junk food. Yes, he is like a robot. A robot who cooks, does dishes, and irons. No, you can’t have him. Though I will consider selling him for the right price. Oh, I am just joking, honey.
When my kids are hungry between meals I am apt to tell them go forage through the cabinets. I think fending for yourself is a good skill to learn. My kids will be able to survive in any frat house.
My husband plans out snacks. And I got to thinking that with a little extra effort on my part I could have something that would be more nutritious to offer during the witching hour when dinner was being made.
This weekend he made deviled eggs, or as the kids like to call them Devil Eggs followed by a cackle.
I don’t make eggs since I am allergic to them. In fact, I don’t even like to look at eggs.
I always thought that Deviled eggs were difficult to make. I don’t know why I thought this. Maybe I was thrown by the use of a pastry bag to squirt the yolks back into the white part? Maybe because it was a multi-step process? Maybe because I never really got close enough to look at them?
Whatever it was, I have seen the light. These are so easy. The kids helped do them. We didn’t use a pastry bag, obviously, and instead just scooped the filling back in with a spoon.
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