I love the incredible, edible egg.
As long as it’s scrambled or over easy.
My egg-love is conditional. I could eat runny yolked eggs all day, every day. My second choice is scrambled. Hardboiled eggs I can tolerate, but I don’t like the yolks when they’re hard. And – despite being Southern – I’ve never cared for deviled eggs.
Not liking a food makes me want to try to perfect a version I DO like. I had to make these Chive & Caper Deviled Eggs for a wedding shower a few years ago. The party-goers liked them and I even thought they were tolerable… but I haven’t made any since. Until this weekend. Because Vegas happens to love deviled eggs.