So, we’re having this Friday the 13th party tonight, and I’m going to make some scary food for the potluck portion. I decide to do deviled eggs with green olives on them because it’s like an eyeball, so it is scary, right? Well, it turns out that what is really scary about the whole situation is that I have discovered that I cannot boil an egg. I’m not going to lie to you, I spent an embarrassing amount of time carefully following this Julia Child recipe for the perfect boiled egg. I was afraid I had overcooked them, even. I allowed them, I thought, to get to the “just boiling” point. I let them sit in the pot, covered, for exactly seventeen minutes, just like it said. I moved them to ice cold water and let them sit for two minutes more while I brought the water back to boiling. I put the eggs back in for ten seconds (or as close as I could come) and was once again afraid of overcooking them. I let them sit in the chilled water for another 20 minutes. And then I choose one to peel. I crack it. It doesn’t crack well. It is, n fact, mushy.
It turns out, I did not, in fact, overcook the eggs at all. I have a wonderful picture to illustrate my humiliating discovery that I am probably the only person in the world who cannot properly hardboil an egg, but once again Blogger isn’t cooperating with my pictures. We’ll figure it out later.
Okay: I believe if you can see the long rectangle above this post, and you click on it, you will get to see the lovely picture of my “hard”boiled egg resting on top of a pile of potato peelings.