Grandpa’s Famous Eggs
As promised from a previous post – Continuous…”Our bellies would be full from “grandpas famous eggs” (a recipe for a later post).”
Up north. Smell of coffee filled grandma & grandpa’s quaint kitchen.
Rrringg…shook the little red tomato timer.
Drain. Peel 6 hard boiled eggs. This was my job. I always had a job. Teamwork was our motto.
Cut. Cubes. My hands do this today as grandpa’s did then.
Plop. Small squares rest in a yellow Fireking bowl. My mouth begins to water, eyes begin to widen.
Add. 2 tbsp. of “real” softened butter. We always use the “real” stuff.
Stir. Watching the butter disappear.
Add. 1 tbsp. of vinegar. Mouth really watering now. A little extra spillage is ok.
Add. 2 tbsp. of mayonnaise. Helmans of course! (a generational thing)
Next, my favorite ingredent. 1/3 cup is not enough for me, so we always had the yellow mustard on the table.
Shake. Shake. Salt & pepper to taste.
I of course had to sample…grandpa said so.
Heaven on my face, grandpa could see.
“Breakfast is ready…lets eat!”