I was recounting this anecdote to someone :-) over the weekend, and thought I’d post it here – especially seeing as how Crowjoy posted pics of yummy looking appetizers made with quail eggs.
When I was a kid, my dad used to like to do silly things to amuse us kids. By silly, I mean lame. One time we were having Deviled Eggs, but Dad kept calling them Eggs Deviled. In trying to correct him, the conversation went something like this:
Dad: Mmm, these Eggs Deviled are pretty good!
Me and/or Sis: Daddy, they’re Deviled Eggs.
Dad: That’s what I said, Eggs Deviled.
Us: Nooooo, it’s Deviled Eggs.
Dad: Eggs Deviled!
Us: Dad, say ‘Deviled’.
Dad: Deviled.
Us: Say ‘Eggs’.
Dad: Say eggs.
Us: Now put it together.
Dad: Deviled Say Eggs.
I have not eaten another Deviled Egg since then, but I have eaten many, many Deviled Say Eggs. Perhaps now someone outside of my household will enjoy the delicious wonders that are Deviled Say Eggs.
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Oooo, now I love me some of them but I’m so used to saying Deviled Eggs.
My grandma won’t call them anything with the word “deviled”, she just calls’em eggs.
Just a weee bit superstitious
You could start calling them Say Eggs, just to differentiate them from other egg forms
My kids enjoy them, but I sure don’t!
that’s hysterical. i love those little family vocab thangs…my family has so many.