I am on a roll:
Today, I prepared deviled eggs for our family July 4th*5th* get-together, at the request of my brother. Tee. Hee. Hee. I didn’t tell him I had never made deviled eggs before. Now that he’s eaten one, he probably thinks the devil made them!
I think I have an aversion to any food with the word “devil” in it’s name. I don’t eat deviled ham. I don’t eat devil’s food cake. I don’t eat deviled eggs. Didn’t eat any of the one’s I made, even. Don did and I think I stumped my toe when adding the mustard. He said they were a “little” tart, as his mouth puckered. Sorry. No pictures.
We had a nice time at my brother’s and there was way too much food.
Nephew, Sammy, wasn’t feeling very good. He got over-heated this past week and it just zapped his energy level. I know how he feels. The heat and I just do not get along. I’m so thankful that I’m headed to Heaven when I leave this old world!!
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