I don't know about you...
but I just love deviled eggs.
They are a farm favorite.
I recently learned why they are called deviled...
because, between you and me, there is nothing devilish about these eggs...
except for peeling the hardboiled eggs to make them!
They were named way back in the 1700's when spicy food was called "deviled."
Until recently, I had a love/hate relationship with making deviled eggs...
especially if using farm fresh eggs.
And of course, being the egg snob that I have become,
I would use nothing but farm fresh eggs... grown right here on the farm!
Truly fresh eggs are nearly impossible to peel without them looking like
they went through a meat grinder.
After years of trying every technique
(baking, boiling, poking holes, ice water bath, etc. etc. etc.)
to get a fresh egg to peel easily,
Hubbs stumbled across an article in the New York Times.
According to the writer, steaming your eggs is the way to make them easy-to-peel.
You can read the article HERE if you like.
The long and the short of it is:
bring a pot of water to a boil, with a steamer basket in the bottom of the pot.
Once boiling, add the eggs to the basket and place a lid on the pot.
Steam a dozen eggs for 12 minutes, if the eggs were at room temp...
for 13 minutes if they were refrigerated.
(we remove the lid after the allotted time,
and allow the eggs to stand in the pot afterwards until they cool to room temp...
and then place them in the fridge.)
I am a true believer... we will forever steam our eggs!
Steaming them also makes for a much lovelier yolk...
none of that grey color around the outside.
It is amazing to me that we can go from barely having enough eggs for breakfast
to being inundated with fresh eggs the next.
We steam a lot of eggs and place them in the refrigerator.
They are great to grab for a quick snack,
and also make a good treat for the dogs.
They each get an egg every day as a special treat.
[I am whispering this so that your own dog won't hear
and insist that they, too, get a daily egg treat!]
Our stray barn kitty was in the barn again yesterday.
She even came down out of the rafters.
She/He needed a name...
so I named it Grizzabella.
Grizz if it's a boy.
Bella, if a girl.
For the sake of simplicity, for now, I will assume it is a she.
She is quite a talker!
She grumbles and growls and warns me not to come close...
so I stand there and talk and talk and talk.
I tell her that she is a guest in my barn and that I am not leaving.
I assure her that she is safe there, that I will look out for her.
But, I am not leaving.
She is going to have to get used to me.
She continues to growl and grumble.
And my two sweet black kitties attest to the fact that I have a lot of patience.
"Someday we'll be friends," I tell her, with utmost confidence.
Last evening we found her curled up in one of the cat beds under a heat lamp.
In the bed next to her was TomTom.
I think she's here to stay!
can you tell me what's wrong with this picture?
Yes, you're right... there is a pig on the wrong side of the fence.
Both Ginger and MaryAnn pushed their way through the sheep's gate yesterday morning.
I had placed the chain over the fence while I ran in to open the gate between the pigs
and sheep...and the pigs both seized the opportunity to make a run for it.
They're quite smart, you know.
They only went as far as the treat box... standing beneath it, waiting.
Of course they know that inevitably I will offer them a treat
in order to get them back in their yard.
Which I do... and of course, they oblige.
It's kind of a game we play.
(blurred picture = fast moving pig!)
AWOL for Ritz.
Have a great day!
I am driving to NYC for a Christmas adventure...
just a day trip with friends to see the wonderful decorations and enjoy the festive sights.
Hubbs is staying behind to care for the animals.
He's a good man.