My deviled eggs

To anyone who isn't in my immediate circle of family and friends, I apologize for this posting.

Let me tell you a story....

My husband and I (was he even my husband yet, I can't remember) were hosting a party and he requested deviled eggs. OK, sure, no problem....
Except I didn't realize we were down on a few ingredients.
OK, don't panic...we are pretty kitchen savvy, we can handle this.

I grabbed a little of this, a little of that, made it to the desired consistency...and we have deviled eggs.

To say they were a hit would be an understatement.

That was the day all other deviled eggs died.

From that moment on, I have been required to bring them to every single function. At a MINIMUM of 2 dozen. Not 1 dozen cut in half to make 2 dozen. No, 2 dozen eggs, cut in half to make 48 eggs. Even then, there is always someone who complains that they didn't get any.

I have seen grown men shove small children out of the way to get to them.
There was an incident, on a boat, where we were tipping to the side and someone was more interested in saving the eggs from going over than worrying about the passengers.

We were invited to a party very close to a wedding we were attending. Someone at the wedding started getting irritated with me at the reception once he found out that I was too busy to make them for the party we were both attending.

I have come so known for my eggs, that anytime our group is together and they see eggs...they assume them to be mine.
This didn't work out well in my favor when someone brought some "healthy, cholesterol free" eggs to a party. I got a big "what the heck did you do so wrong?". Whoops, not mine!

Just as a magician never reveals their secrets, I won't either. Much to the annoyance of family and friends. This is my one and only NO SHARING recipe. Even when my daughter makes them with me, I hide an ingredient and add when she isn't looking. (I am horrible!)

My mother told me that I told her there was vanilla in them. I can honestly say there isn't.
Bad me though, I can't decide if she just imagined that, or if I lied to my mother.

Lesson: Do not lie to your mother!

So, there will be no recipe to go along with this post...just a little insight into my life.
How one missed trip to the grocery store changed my egg life forever!

I do wonder how family and friends are going to feel when I start trying different egg recipes I have been collecting from the net...I should probably make a batch of my own to go with them, to prevent myself from getting lynched.