I’ve always thought of pickled eggs with beets as a Pennsylvania Dutch item, which may be why Khadaji finds them more common than the rest of us.
There’s a Taiwanese restaurant in my neighborhood that offer picked eggs. They use soy sauce and the eggs turn completely black. A lot of people think they are foul, but I love eggs in all its presentations.
I’ve had the behind-the-bar pickled eggs before. The eggs are a little rubbery, but taste pretty good as long as you remember they’re… pickled eggs. Having a few beers beforehand helps the taste immeasurably.
I’m horribly bad on picking up on food threads lately.
Moved from IMHO to CS.
It is simple and economical to pickle an egg.
First, you buy a jar of pickles that you like.
Then, you consume the pickles.
Then you put 6-8 hard boiled eggs into the remaining pickle juice. You can add some chopped garlic and/or other stuff if you want.
Allow the eggs to to soak (pickle) for several days.
Then, you have pickled eggs.
The white becomes slightly yellow and quite firm. The yolk becomes crumbly and a little dry. The overall effect is enchanting. And they remain edible for a really long time.
It is one other best things anyone can do with an egg.
Well, it *is *about food, but I’m taking a poll.
- Have you heard of them or had them?
- Where are you from?
When I was a teenager one of my friends had his grandmother living with him. She kept a constantly stocked eartenware jar of pickled eggs (no beets) in a cupboard in the kitchen. We used to have one or two each after a night out drinking. Hers were very peppery and distinctly grey.
Yes, I know. Cafe Society is subject specific, not type-of-post specific. Food, entertainment, sports, etc.
Who, me?
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I’ve heard of them; never had them.
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Maryland, New York, Florida, New York (again), Virginia, Kansas, Virginia (again), California, Sicily, Massachusetts, Maryland (again), Ontario, Maryland (yet again), Massachusetts (again), Colorado, Ohio, Colorado (again).
Nothing Special’s recipe sounds worth trying. If I have peanut butter and pickle sandwiches tomorrow, that’ll finish off my pickles, and I’ve got some eggs. Further updates as developments warrant.
Yes, I’ve had them. Not in years, but I used to adore them. My mother made them all the time, both a dill variety and the beet variety. I hate beets, so I stuck with the dills.
The golf course they owned had a giant jar of pickled eggs on the bar. I’d get a quarter and have one. Love.
I heard of them (well, read about them, and they seemed to be a Brit thing) as a teenager in Cleveland. Never had them there, and was never offered one during my subsequent years in New England and NYC.
But I’ve been MAKING them (sporadically, since no one I’ve ever lived with ever wanted to eat them) since I was 15 or 16.
My method has always been to buy a jar of borscht (not Manischewitz, the other kind. The kind with the orange label), drop 6 or 8 shelled hardboiled eggs into it (put the jar in the sink to avoid staining everything with beet juice), let stand in the fridge for several days, then consume with cold beer.
Raised by a Mennonite mother a little north of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, and we often had pickled eggs. Our recipe is mostly white vinegar with a little sugar and mustard seed. Never beets, and my mother’s branch of Mennonites are actually mostly Dutch. I haven’t made them in ages; I think it’s time for another batch.
Yes. My neighbor bought them in Amish country and supplied them along with the beer.
I’ve had them. My mom used to make them when I was a kid, though I don’t think she’s made them since about 1982 or so.
I have no idea where she learned to make them. I, Mom, and Mom’s entire family going back several generations are all born-and-bred Floridians.
I seem to recall having these some years ago, but I could swear that they were made with the juice from a big jar of pickled bologna. I’ve yet to hear anyone mention any such practice, though, so I’m doubting my memory here a bit…
Weird, must be a Chicago thing, I can’t say I’ve ever seen them available here. I only know what they are from repeated viewings of the Simpsons. I think I’d avoid them if I saw them at Moe’s.
My mom used to make pickled bees, and she put whole boiled eggs in the jar with the beets. I despised the whole thing…
This was northern Indiana; she was of mostly Swedish heritage, and my father’s family is Mennonite.
Pickled bees?
Well I guess each to their own.
I much prefer jellied wasps 
My mother’s family, all from western Pennsylvania, adores them and they show up at ALL major family gatherings to general approval.
Me, I think they’re what Satan makes at Easter.