A fun trip to the world of Pickled Eggs from my friend at ClaudiaJustSaying!
On a recent trip north, Mr. Wonderful and I stopped at a rest area in West Virginia. A pamphlet, “County Cookbook”, was in a rack of free brochures and I took one. I was intrigued by a recipe for picked eggs, and remember seeing ruby red eggs in large glass jars back in the seventies, but never ate one. At home I gave pickled eggs a try. Peeling the hard boiled eggs took more than an hour. There was cussing and swearing!
Pickled eggs caught my eye, Why?
Simple, pickled eggs can be a treat!
But . . . first you need the pickled beets
Like Shakespeare’s Lady Macbeth
An iridescent show of color.
Looks good to eat . . . except!
Hands turn red, hot liquid stain
Crimson ruby, not lobster red, or cardinal beauty
Red alert, a warning sign
Out damn spot! I want…
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