“But some day, I promise to CRUSH her…yes, CRUSH her like a bug…my experiments with pickle juice and aioli and cayenne are coming close to fruition…yes, they called me mad…the men at the University…but, come daylight {waving a shaking hand toward the operating table}, we’ll see who’s CRAZY…”
You should fear me, O Impertinent One. I have discovered the magic of Pesto…and nothing shall stop me.
Ahhh, if only Spice Islands hadn’t taken Beau Monde off of the spice aisle…sigh…my victory would be…
I remember that thread all too well. I’ll have you know that you fuckers with your talk of devilled eggs intimidated me! Preparing for the MI Dopefest, I considered making devilled eggs, but then I thought “Dopers take their devilled eggs pretty seriously… am I up for the scrutiny?” I decided not, so I didn’t make any. As it turned out, someone else brought some, but I remain shamed that I was COWED by a Doper discussion of eggs!
Damnit, no matter how one spells “devilled” it looks wrong and suggests an incorrect pronounciation. DeVILLed or DEE-vyled.
While spooje has an intriguing idea, I fear that my friend has not considered the repercussions of such a cook off.
Lemme see…
::whips out handy-dandy notebook and pencil::
minimum 5 judges. Let’s say 6 for easy math.
Minimum 4 samples per judge (again, for easy math).
If each person cooks 1 dozen eggs, each judge gets 2 eggs or 4 halves per entrant.
Now, while we expect Ham and Uke to be in on this, we must concede that there will be more people jumping on board in an attempt to capture the crown.
::Scribbles in note pad::
Lessay an additional 4 wannabes…
Times one dozen eggs…
divided by 6 judges…
::More furious scribbling::
Such a square-off would produce enough natural gas to power a small town for 2 cold winter months. This competition can ONLY be held outside, on a windy day, IDEA (International Devilled Egg Association) will not be held liable for any damages or personal injuries. Holding this event inside even the largest of warehouses has a potential for concentrating the… um… eminations such that the flash point might be reached resulting in an explosion rivaling Krakatoa.
[sub]I’d just like to note that I’m despirately trying to think of some witty comment about Gingers eggs and trying them or eating them or something, but it’s late and I’m drawing a blank.[/sub]
Mistress Dryad, you went off line five minutes before I read this.
I will do recon at the local Hy-vee for the Beau Monde from Spice Island.
I will then proceed to purchase mass quantities.
In all seriousness if this is true that it is Beau Monde is no longer I am in serious trouble.
I have a recipie for an awesome veggie dip that everyone adores, but I will not share the recipie. I will make double to triple batches so it can be carried home.
Now what in the hell am I supposed to do?
Yesterday my mother-in-law came over, and she brought deviled eggs. They were not very good…and they were runny.
I put a tiny bit of pesto on them juuuuust to see what it did to the flavor of eggs in general.
You are in so much trouble. Once I perfect the Pesto Presentation, you will be forced to kneel before me, quivering in abject humiliation, begging my forgiveness for your audacity in daring to question my deviled egg superiority.
And that goes double for you, GingerOTN…the fact that you’re a hot redhead will not sway the opinions of the judges in the slightest.
Aw, who am I kidding. I may as well concede merely on the point of the re-headedness. But you’ll NEVER TOUCH MY EGGS for quality and magical deliciousness.