Humpty Dumpty Dip—The Lazy Deviled Egg Shortcut I Wish I’d Known Years Ago
I’ll confess right off: I love deviled eggs the way some people love Christmas morning. I can’t pass a plate of them at a church picnic or a graduation party without hovering a little too long, telling myself I’ll “just take one,” and then sneaking back for another. But the making of them? Lord have mercy. It’s like a punishment in patience. All the peeling, halving, scooping, mashing, piping. I’ve had yolk mixture burst out of those little plastic piping bags like a toothpaste accident, splattering across the counter. More than once I’ve thrown a tea towel over the whole …










