It looks like a jar full of hard-boiled eggs that Moe sometimes displays on “The Simpsons.” But that can’t be right. So what’s in it?
Hardboiled eggs in brine is right. Used to be very common in the olden days. Most places have stopped the practice but a few still do it.
you can still get pickled eggs in some pubs in the UK, but yes it is a declining practice I would say. I’ve never had the nerve to try one myself, i mean…pickled eggs?
I guess all that booze realy does make anything look tasty.
A local bar (a favorite hangout of Dylan Thomas when he was in town) used to have both pickled eggs and pickled chicken gizzards. Something to dare your friends to eat when they’ve had a few.
Don’t know if they still do, I haven’t been there in about ten years.
Actually, they’re delicious - I make a big jar every Christmas, to eat the following Christmas. (The only one of ex-hubby’s noxious habits I’ve retained. I still refuse to let Camembert turn purple before I eat it, tho’ … :eek: )
Has anyone on the show ever eaten one of those eggs? As far as I can tell, the jar serves mainly as something that can be broken.
Yeah - quite often. In the episode where Homer sees an “alien”, aka Monty-Burns-all-smacked-out-of-it-wandering-through-the-forest, nobody is willing to believe him. He is in Moes Bar, and he’s quite despondent. He eats one at that time.
Other occasions too, but I can’t recall the exact situations. At one point he drinks the brine from the jar when it’s empty, before Moe can throw it away.
Mmm…briney.
I’ll take your word for it 
Im quite illogical when it comes to food. I like black pudding, pork scratchings and kidney etc, but whilst i don’t think i’ve ever had a cherry, i somehow know i don’t like them I think it’s all down to what I was fed as a child and the old familar = good, unfamiliar = bad paradigm.
The eggs themselves aren’t so bad, but I am a little put off by the black one they occasionally use for elections.
Are you sure it’s brine? Here in the UK pickled eggs (ie in vinegar) are still encountered. They’re actually quite nice. Pickled eggs… pickled walnuts… yum!
I like pickled eggs. Around here, we make them with vinegar and sliced beets. They come out purple and are yummylicious. Some folks make them with mustard and vinegar in which case they are bright radioactive yellow. Have also had pickled gizzards, pickled turkey hearts, pickled pig feet, and pickled sausage. All very tasty, even when sober.
When I was a young lad a friend’s granny used to have big earthenware jars of pickled eggs stored in the pantry. After a night’s drinking one of them went down a treat. I never asked how she managed the logistics but there were always plenty of old blackened spicy eggs available.
[Ned Flanders]
“…Well if I’m not pickled tink…”
[/Ned Flanders]
Mmmm… pickled anything…
I think I could eat my own head, if I pickled it first.
I pickle banana peppers every year, and eat them on sandwiches.
When I finish off a jar, I boil up a half dozen eggs and pickle them in the spicy hot banana pepper brine for a few weeks.
Tasty!
That sounds like something Will-Ferrell-as-Harry-Caray would say.
“If your head were pickled, would you eat it?”
The only pickled eggs I’ve had were quail eggs pickled in jalapeno vinegar. They were quite good.
Of course, then your teeth would be too soft to chew through the bones. You might want to get some dentures.
In the now-lost New York City episode (no longer syndicated because of the World Trade Tower scenes) the pickled egg jar was used early in the show to pick who would be the designated driver on St Patrick’s Day. Each person had to pick an egg and the person who got the black egg was “it”. As Moe explained, “just like they pick the pope.”