I've heard of pickled eggs.
I don't remember ever getting any for Christmas until now and I hope they are not for punishment like St. Nick's putting coal in your stocking.
You usually hear about pickled eggs that are in a big jar on the bar at some honky-tonk and when you get hungry you just buy one of those eggs rather than quit drinking and go home. I thought they were a thing of the past and read that "Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book," the red-and-white plaid standard for home cooks, has dropped the recipe for pickled eggs from its pages.
But all of those who talk about them brag about them and how they are so delicious.
Well, I'm getting up my courage to try one. They were given to us as a Christmas gift by special friends and they are home made.
The home made pralines that I bragged about a few days ago were absolutely delicious. I'm thinking these eggs may be too. I'm showing you a picture before they are opened and devoured. Thanks, Bob and Mary, for the unusual gift of pickled eggs!!