I was telling someone today about my childhood memories of Easter.
I still can’t smell vinegar without recalling dyeing eggs with my Granny.
(Someone on the radio today called the coming week ‘Traditional Egg Salad Week’.
That was definitely true in our house - though we ate a lot of them just plain, too; or sliced with a special egg slicer for sandwiches. I think the week after Easter was almost the only time that slicer was used - but I still keep one in the small gadget drawer, for old time’s sake :-)
Work with a millennial who was born in Egypt who never heard of Deviled Eggs.
Brought him one this week, using Julie Child’s butter suggestion recipe and he loved it.
I’ve got an egg slicer too. Haven’t used it years. But for old time sakes I keep it. Memories of time spent with my Gram.
Every noodle ever served in her house was made by hand. Chicken soup to die for.