Everyone Loves Deviled Eggs!

It's true. Everyone DOES love deviled eggs. But, only when they are good! I have tried some terrible examples in the past. For me, there is nothing worse than deviled eggs made with Miracle Whip (or some equivalently sweet salad dressing). Wait. There is something worse. Deviled eggs made with 'pickle juice'. First of all, for the record, there is no such thing as 'pickle juice'. 'Pickle juice' refers to the brine that is used for pickling. It is not juice. And, second of all, please do not cook with it.

Up until now, I didn't really have a trusted recipe for deviled eggs. Of course, I had my Grandma's recipe and my Aunt's recipe ... but they've been making them for years and neither has a "real" recipe ... one on paper, that is. My mom gave me this one, and it's a little different than the traditional mayo and mustard idea. She found it on a calendar somewhere in the Bahamas ...

6 hard-boiled eggs
3 tbsp mayonnaise
2 tsp lime juice
1/2 tsp horseradish
hot sauce, to taste
salt and pepper, to taste
chives, for garnish
paprika, for garnish

Slice the eggs in half lengthwise and remove the yolks to a separate bowl. Using a food processor, puree the yolks, mayonnaise, lime juice, horseradish, hot sauce, salt and pepper. Fill each halved egg white with the pureed yolk mixture. Garnish with finely chopped chives and a sprinkling of paprika.

NOTE: I used about 5 drops of Frank's Red Hot sauce. The resulting eggs were quite mild. If you like things hot, you will definitely want to add more. But, I always hesitate to make food too hot when cooking for a group. Those who prefer their food hot, can always spice things up on their own!

Enjoy!

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Rachel ... Intrepid Blogger

Yay! This is exciting ... I am an intrepid blogger!!! I have so much to say. Likely not very much that will be interesting to the fatpaulie.com masses, but, I will say it, nonetheless! And, I get an email address (rachel@fatpaulie.com) ... and a cute cartoony image of myself. How can you say no to that? Really.

NOTE TO SELF (and anyone reading this note to myself): Must create Rachel merchandise to add to the fatpaulie store on cafepress.com to sell to friends and family.

But, what does it mean to be an intrepid blogger for fatpaulie.com and what are the qualifications? I assume, by definition of the word, that an intrepid blogger must be courageous, audacious and invulnerable to intimidation. I am all of those things ... occasionally to my own detriment. Also, fatpaulie bloggers must enjoy life. I certainly do ... also, occasionally to my own detriment! *sigh*

Not to mention, Paul said I could. (Thanks Paul!)

So, with my first post, I thought I should introduce myself. You already know that I am intrepid, enjoy life and am very excited to be a new blogger. The truth is, I get very excited about alot of things ... especially holidays ... and my birthday. (This all goes back to the enjoying life thing.) I also enjoy diet pepsi and new shoes. I anticipate that I will die a horrible aspartame-related death and I have come to terms with that. And, you can look forward to plenty of posts about shoes (I know ... the anticipation is TOO much!). I spend most of my free time with my dog, Levi, and I took up flamenco dancing this year! I love flamenco ... plus I got new flamenco shoes (this exact model, but leather rather than suede) when I started! I also love fabulous food, travelling, reading ... and, this is beginning to sound like a personal ad, so I will stop now.

Needless to say, there is far more to me than the random qualities and interests that I've listed. But, honestly, those are the important ones. I can blog about the rest later! Yay!!!

Yours truly,
Rachel

I’m Getting Hitched!

That’s right, you heard me. For some of you who thought this day would never happen, well I proved you wrong didn’t I? Mu hahahah (that is Sarah’s evil laugh fyi; paulie knows it well). So I thought it would be interesting to write about my life so far since this awesomeness happened, indeed methinks it warrants a blog…

It’s been an interesting mix of emotions since that perfect day (Feb 13th to be exact). [Note to men: the day before valentine’s days is probably the bestest day ever to get engaged, I was out of it all valentine’s day and I liked it.] Flowers smell better, romantic movies make me cry again, the sky is bluer… okay it’s not exactly like that, but it’s pretty darn close. All these super sweet cards are arriving in the mail and reducing me to a blubbering mess, like this one I got from my grandparents… omg don’t even get me started… I will begin crying all over my keyboard. My grandparents are my favoritist couple in the whole world and I only hope to be in as much love as them when I am a granny :) *sniff* Okay, Hmmm, where was I? Oh yes. I legitimately get to start thinking about weddings now which is crazy, but crazier when I realize that most of the details have already been carefully thought out and organized in my head (since I was like 14 people). I also love the various reactions to the big news and all the random hugging that has occurred, and is still occurring to be honest. I do not, however, like the comment and I repeat “about time!” in response to the news. Yes, I know we have been dating for almost a decade, but did you expect us to get married at 16? Did you? Seriously.

I also went to my first Bridal Show and I have to admit, it was a tad scary. With the exception of Paul’s lovely sister and family, I think most of the people there were (dare I say it?) Bridezillas, Momzillas and Milzillas (mother-in-lawzilla, I just made that up, clever hey?). Crazy line-ups for cake, people elbowing me out of the way to grab brochures-a-plenty and a crazy lady with a red swollen face trying to sell me face laser treatment for my oh-so-many wrinkles at the age of 23 (think going to a dentist with rotten teeth, yeaaah right lady). I am thinking that this wasn’t exactly my scene and my presence at future similar events is up in the air at best.

Anyways, I am going to try to end this because I really could go on all day. I also haven’t stopped looking at the shininess on my finger for three weeks straight now and I am pleasantly surprised it hasn’t gotten me into a car accident. So if you see this smiley girl with brown hair, a sparkly diamond (most likely wearing something pink) that is causing car accidents, that’s me! Stop and give me a hug (or at least call 911) :)