{"id":1656,"date":"2006-06-06T05:50:00","date_gmt":"2006-06-06T05:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2006\/06\/06\/i-do-deviled-eggs"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:06","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:06","slug":"i-do-deviled-eggs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2006\/06\/i-do-deviled-eggs\/","title":{"rendered":"I do, deviled eggs"},"content":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve been mum lately, I know, on the whole marriage thing. I stirred up a ruckus<\/a>, and then I went silent. But you should know that I haven\u2019t changed my mind, and that most of the time, my feet aren\u2019t cold<\/strong>. I won\u2019t be picking up my petticoat and fleeing for the hills with my maiden name still intact. What\u2019s been keeping me quiet is something much more predictable: I\u2019ve been planning.<\/em><\/p>\n Since the afternoon of our engagement, when we strolled Brooklyn in the late sun, squinting at the strange new ray of light from my ring finger, we\u2019ve been planning what I call a big party with a ceremony on the side<\/strong>. We knew that we wanted a summertime setting, but seeing as it was already late March, that made timing a little tricky. We didn\u2019t want to rush. We wanted time to play with the details and, most importantly, to enjoy each other in the process. We\u2019re also picky, and being picky is most pleasant, I find, when you\u2019re not in a hurry.<\/p>\n So with all that in mind, and with historical weather data on our side, we have set a date and, so far, a few key details. We will be married on July 29, 2007<\/strong>, in a smallish town outside of Seattle, on the coast. Our ceremony will take place in a park by the water, with dinner a short walk away. I will come down the aisle on my mother\u2019s arm, swathed in twenty strapless yards of Chantilly lace. And then there will be deviled eggs<\/strong>.<\/p>\n And these days, that something fancy can be pretty fancy indeed, with toppings that go beyond the usual dusting of musty paprika. A deviled egg with caviar is a nice surprise, or smoked salmon or a little bit of curry. I\u2019ve even seen them breakfast-style, with shards of bacon and fine, crispy breadcrumbs. What style we\u2019ll serve at the wedding is still to be determined\u2014and we do, phew<\/em>, have fourteen months to decide\u2014but what I made this weekend was awfully nice.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I love deviled eggs<\/a>. They may be a stale stowaway from the 1950s and the ugly stepchild of every family barbeque, but damn it, I do not care<\/em>. When properly made, there is no two-bite package more perfectly suited to a summer day<\/strong> than a cool hard-boiled egg white with a creamy filling. If you feel any degree of fondness for egg salad, it\u2019s pure hypocrisy to diss the deviled egg. Rich with mayonnaise, tangy with mustard, and with a spicy, tingly edge, it\u2019s the lowly egg\u2019s best shot at becoming something fancy<\/strong>\u2014America\u2019s answer, I suppose you could say, to the French souffl\u00e9. <\/p>\n