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Deviled Eggs -- The Next GenerationFinalist -- Elizabeth Williams, New Orleans LA
Very simple but so good. Hard boil your eggs and remove the yolks. Mash good
with enough mayonnaise to get creamy. Add finely chopped white onions- about
1 teaspoon per 4 eggs or to taste. Add finely grated cheese-not too much, but
also to taste. Family reunions in a pecan orchard are well remembered; but there is no better spot than the Eastern Shore of Mobile Bay, waiting for that setting sun to touch the water (and, hopefully, seeing The Green Flash); PROVIDED, you are privileged to be enjoying Sweet Marie's Deviled Eggs with your cocktail! You never count the number anyone consumes, because you well know that Sweet Marie's Deviled Eggs are a VERY SPECIAL TREAT (even better than those Mother Used to Make!). SWEET MARIE'S DEVILED EGGS
This recipe was shared with us by our dear friend, Marie Sheldon Inge, of Fairhope, AL, a culinary queen of Mobile Bay's Eastern Shore. What color would our Easter Eggs be this year?? What memories we all have looking foward to Spring and the arrival of the Easter Bunny!!! After hours of dying and decorating our boiled eggs, not to mention the mess we had made on the kitchen counter and floor, our eggs were ready for many hours of Hide-In-Seek!!! As the family gathered for Easter lunch we all could smell the aroma of Easter Basket Deviled Eggs. We knew we would enjoy eating them as much as hiding them!!!
This is my mother's recipe. She grew up in Canada and learned Southern cuisine cooking from my father's Southern family. She is a wonderful cook, but she always puts her own distinct touch to the old family recipes. I grew up loving her deviled eggs, and now my family thinks that these are the best. There have been modifications over the years as new products have come out.
In the early 80's, I was trying to figure out an easy, healthy way to make deviled eggs. For 1 dozen eggs, I added 1 packet of Sweet 'n Low, mustard, sweet pickle juice, pepper and Marzetti slaw dressing to taste. My family raved so about it, they all changed the name to Judi's deviled eggs. Every picnic and get-together with friends or family, they all request Judi's deviled eggs. No telling how many people in Lexington and Richmond are making my recipe. OK, here's my deviled egg, loosely inspired by Miss Myra's BBQ in Birmingham, Alabama. It combines two Birmingham BBQ traditions--deviled eggs and barbecued chicken. The idea to put them together was mine, not Miss Myra's.
My mother was a great cook, and like many kids, I didn't listen enough to
When I was rooming with and egg-delivery man, we ate a lot of eggs. For a big
Halloween party we threw, he suggested I make some Deviled Eggs. When I went
to make the filling, I discovered we were short on Salad Dressing. So I grabbed
a bottle of Henri's Tastee Dressing and added that to rave Now I use 1 part Salad Dressing to 3 parts Tastee Dressing, along with finely diced green pepper and green onions (2 to 1 ratio), and black pepper. When finished, I sprinkle REAL bacon bits on the top. This recipe tastes better when made fresh, not the night before. My family has tried several ways to keep the deviled eggs for future use, including freezing them in plastic Easter Eggs --- not advisable!
We moved to Kentucky a couple of years ago, and I've been informed that here We now have our own chickens and fresh eggs to boil. I put similar size eggs in a pan, cover with COLD water, put on the stove till the water boils, then rinse in cold water and put in the fridge. No guessing if the eggs are done, and they peel easily with the yolks as near center as possible. No grand Southern occasion would be complete, or even official, without the presence of the deviled egg. As a ubiquitous backdrop to the commencement of any respectable family buffet, the deviled egg seems to accessorize itself to suit the specific tastes and preferences of any particular gathering and its season. When the Clemson Tigers hit the gridiron, our tailgating eggs turn bright orange and sport purple yolks. If the occasion calls for a Mediterranean feast, the eggs are always there, dressed to the nines with olives, anchovies, and capers. Black tie affairs do not disqualify the egg – they require a top hat of caviar. Such are the mutable qualities of deviled egg-dom. In the spring, when the shad are running and their delicious roe comes to market, this original recipe always fits the bill. Deviled Eggs with Smoked Mullet and Shad Roe
Anything deviled means it has a jacked-up heat quotient due to the addition of mustard, hot red pepper flakes, cayenne pepper, or a shot or two of bottled hot sauce. I reference this with Italian preparations named “diavolo.” This descriptive word means a notion of heat, reflecting the fires of hell or the devil’s dwelling. The Italian-style dishes named “arrabiata” also are defined as “with high heat or angry” and are as highly seasoned as diavolo. Stuffed eggs simply have a mildly seasoned mashed yolk filling, but no devils lurking within the creamy contents. I also think stuffed and deviled eggs continue to be a popular dish with Southerners because making them becomes a social affair, where a few folks get together, and prepare something while talking and having a good time. This is Southern. Good ol’ typical Southern. My mother made deviled eggs on New Year’s Eve when she prepared 48 of them for the party she and my father always had. Her eggs took center stage nestled in their special pale green dishes from the dime store. I took credit for filling the whites using a demitasse spoon and making upward waves on it with a seafood fork. Mother sprinkled dots of paprika on each one and scattered tiny flecks of parsley on the whites. It was a delicious picture. Mother had obtained her recipe from the White Turkey Farm, Old Danbury Road, Brookfield CT. MOTHER’S DEVILED EGGS
As a memento for achieving her 100th birthday, the family collaborated on a cookbook of recipes, Good Things We Ate At Granny’s. Many a family gathering featured these favorites. Deviled eggs were prominent in this effort. It was not your usual recipe because it was developed long before Hellmann’s mayo and the Piggly Wiggly. The basis for her deviled eggs was a “boiled dressing” recipe which had undoubtedly found its way with her ancestors from the Tidewater of Virginia, through the Shenandoah Valley, and over the Blue Ridge to eastern Kentucky in the 1800s. The recipe then traveled to Nashville in the 40’s, and now to the low country of South Carolina. Every bite of one of these marvelous creations, which are an essential part of every Allen gathering, is a reminder of the life of a wonderful lady and her legacy. In her own words:
Boiled Dressing
Postscript “Granny” Annie Allen passed away just shy of her 105 birthday from complications after she fell in the kitchen fixing a cake. The thing I remember about these deviled eggs is how labor intensive they were. Mamma Colonello assigned tasks to each of us and closely monitored us so everything was done correctly. It was truly a labor of love and brought us closer together as a family. We used all fresh ingredients, even the Creole Cream Cheese was made by my Uncle Rene' from Houma, LA. We never made a lot of them so each morsel was savored and care was taken so as not to waste a speck of the yolk mixture. We made them only when crayfish were in season. She wouldn’t use frozen. Start with one dozen large, fresh, brown eggs. (She said the brown eggs were better tasting). Boil in water with two tablespoons of crab boil. (She believed it was better for the final flavor). Let cool, peel eggs (Save shells for compost), slice in half and extract yolks, put halves in airtight container and refrigerate.
Last March my dad suffered from a heart attack. Although my dad survived that suffering he could not escape the suffering of depression. You see, my dad has much pride in everything he does, just as I do, just as I do with these eggs. I got the idea of having both angels and devils in my eggs from my daddy. He would always call me his "Angel Pie" and would always call my older brother "TD" (Tasmanian Devil).
A gastronome friend from Atlanta invented this recipe to serve to some New Yorkers who think they know a little about cooking. He made six-dozen for a Manhattan New Year’s Eve party, to moans, accolades and applause. Two skinny supermodel types ate more than their weekly calorie allotment within ten minutes, and then proposed marriage. Or at least, that’s what he said they proposed – he is, after all, a discreet Southern gentleman. Deviled Eggs Archie
Mama Ethel and Daddy Bert were no strangers to chickens and eggs. They raised game chickens, born and bred to fight. She cooked them. He trained them for sport fights and Saturday night gambling in rural Oklahoma barns. Cocks that wouldn’t fight and hens that wouldn’t lay eggs were fried, baked or boiled in soup. Unfertilized eggs were fried or boiled, pickled or deviled. Maybe Mama Ethel thought Deviled Eggs were too commonplace to bother putting them in her “Receipt Book.” She wrote recipes for chicken dumplings, potato dumplings, and noodles, but nary a recipe for chickens or eggs. At the back of her book, sandwiched between Grandma Ham’s Kraut Receipt and a Chow-Chow recipe, is Mama Ethel’s Piccalilli recipe. I put some in my Deviled Eggs to add a zesty complement. Although these aren’t the Deviled Eggs she took to the annual Ham Family Reunion on the county fairgrounds in Stillwater, Oklahoma, or to other of our many family gatherings, I know Mama Ethel would like this recipe.
Mama Ethel’s Piccalilli
Sunday supper on the ground, church socials, and family picnics always take me back to a simpler time, and remind me of my grandmother’s deviled eggs. Eggs were a staple in our southern family. In their purest form they came scrambled, fried or boiled. But when the occasion got “fancy,” Granny transformed the simple egg into a culinary delicacy. I began my cooking apprenticeship at the age of ten. Here’s the recipe that inspired me. Granny’s Deviled Egg Recipe
Although some of the dishes my mother, Myrtle Gregg Jordan, prepared had their own unique taste and style, all of her food was delectable. For example, her deviled eggs were different from anybody else's because she added a secret ingredient; but at all-day singing and dinner on the grounds, folks ate hers first. My mischievous brother, Buddy, and I would filch a few on the way to church because we knew those eggs would be gone by the time we made it down the long line of tables covered with bed sheets. We used to beg to ride in the back of the pickup where Mama had lovingly placed the food. Buddy would say, "I'll watch it." Mama would say, "Yeah, you'll watch it disappear." Each farm woman stood behind her food proudly and served the saints. Most stations had identical food: fried chicken, ham, creamed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, cornbread, fried corn, lima beans, fried okra, batter-fried eggplant, summer squash, sliced tomatoes, pickles, banana pudding, yellow-layer cake with chocolate icing, and gallons of sugar-sweet iced tea. Nobody in the row of picnic tables behind Fellowship Baptist Church near Taylorsville, Mississippi, had any food better than Myrtle's deviled eggs.
Since our hens produced brown eggs, Mama never had the opportunity to devil white eggs. Now that I live in Louisiana, I have become addicted to cayenne pepper. A shake revs up these eggs. After piling the mixture high into the egg whites, a tiny shake of paprika will make them pretty. My grandmother came from Sicily. She grew up with a certain palette of flavors. After moving to New Orleans she began to adapt what she thought of as American foods to her taste. One of the adaptations is her deviled egg recipe. She wanted to be assimilated. She wanted to be American. But American food still had to taste good and especially not be bland. So we had ate what she called Devilish Eggs (deviled was a weird concept for her) at picnics, as a canape, or whenever deviled eggs were called for. She didn’t change the use of the deviled egg, only refined its flavor. No one else’s deviled eggs tasted like hers. Her’s are still my favorite. It is a classic example of assimilation and adaptation.
I'm 63 and have fond memories of my grandmother and mother making "stuffed
eggs,” a labor intensive dish for parties and holiday dinners. To the
yolks they would add They didn't "tube" it, but used a small spoon to fill the whites. I can still see my Mother’s fingers with the yellow filling on them. Sprinkle with a shake of paprika and top with a slice of pimento stuffed olive. My first memory of deviled eggs was mama’s deviled eggs. She raised her hens and when I heard them cackle, I knew they were laying their eggs. We’d gather them late in the evening. I’d carefully reach into the straw nest to find them. She cooked eggs many ways, but her favorite side dish for church picnics and family gatherings were deviled eggs. Today, I find picnics and reunions call for that great southern side dish, deviled eggs. We can always add our special ingredient, but no picnic or gathering is complete without the colorful and tasty deviled eggs.
Neptune’s deviled eggs are the best. They combine some of the tastiest treats from land and sea. I developed this recipe in 1965 when I went on a zero to low carbohydrate diet and was dating a woman who loved anchovy pizza. I ate eggs for breakfast and lunch and ate beef steak and salad for dinner. I lost 30 pounds in three months with no detectable loss of stamina. I repeated this diet in 1995 and again lost 30 pounds in three months while thoroughly enjoying every meal. I allowed myself no alcohol while on this diet. Neptune’s will break the monotony of any diet and can be prepared in 20 minutes if you rush.
New Jersey Devil Eggs
My Mom’s parents, Harold and Martha Creasey, rode and raced motorcycles as a hobby in the middle 1930’s. My Nanny became a specialist in portable meals to carry on the bike outings. After my mom and uncle were born she began traveling to the rallies by car. The pickled eggs that used to accompany the fried chicken in her motorcycle saddlebags were replaced by plate lunches with deviled eggs. Her deviled eggs became a staple at every event she ever attended until her death in 2001. Her recipe was passed on to a few of us in the family to assure this wonderful treat would always be available. I sure miss her and think of her every time I have a deviled egg. Nanny’s Best Eggs
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