A year or so ago I met the only person in the United States who has never eaten a deviled egg. I’m not for sure positive that she is the only person in the United States who has never eaten a deviled egg but I’ve never met any other person who has never eaten such an egg. I was so surprised to learn this fact about her that every time I make deviled eggs I think of her. And my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.
Back in 1995 my brother and I planned a celebration honoring our parents and their 50 years of marriage. As all good celebration menus should, ours included deviled eggs. And I think of this every time I devil eggs. I remember my brother and me in the kitchen of the hall we were using, deviling eggs.
And so it was yesterday. We were having friends over for lunch and I was deviling eggs. Suddenly I’m 16 years younger, in the kitchen with my brother, deviling those eggs. Why is this memory so strong? Makes so sense to me but my mind thinks it’s important so I go with it. Apparently it’s like that old song: “Love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage” and deviled eggs and 50th wedding anniversaries.