I’m not sure I could love brunch more than I do. I’m not sure if it’s because I went to school in DC, and then stayed in DC, where there is a prominent brunch culture. I think it the end it just speaks to my food soul. It’s the best of both worlds. You don’t have to chose between breakfast or lunch food, or sweet or savory, and it’s completely appropriate to drink mid-day. I could easily write a dissertation on brunch and why it is so amazing, but I will spare you. I’m sure I don’t have to convince you of the wonders of brunch, so I’ll just move on to the post. Continue reading
I started just calling this post Deviled Eggs, but that sounded boring. Devilish Deviled Eggs sounded like a horrible Dad joke (sorry Dad), so I landed on “Non-boring”, which in itself is a little boring. Alas, hopefully the taste of the eggs will make up for the title.
Before I get to the unnecessary story and then finally the directions, I’d first like to give a shout out to my friend Erica for coming over and supporting a crazy day of cooking and baking. Food pictures really have to be taken in the daylight, so I took a Sunday and went crazy with it. You can see Erica’s fingers in this post. Thanks Erica! Continue reading