Happy Egg Salad Day!

I haven’t read any statistics, but I’m guessing that today is the biggest egg salad consumption day of the year.  It’s probably the highest for consumption of eggs in general.  Of course I’m making the assumption that most people don’t eat their colored eggs on Easter.  I don’t know about everybody else, but we could never get away with that.  We have to wait until they’ve been hidden and found at least half a dozen times and the fun - along with much of the coloring - has worn off.

I’m not much of a hard boiled egg fan myself, but for some reason I always look forward to my post-Easter egg salad.  Maybe it’s because it’s such an easy dinner.  Any meal that doesn’t involve any actual cooking is a good meal to me.  Or maybe I like it because it keeps the holiday going a little bit longer.  Besides, the egg salad always looks so festive with all the pretty colors from the dye that has leaked through the shells.   Whatever the case, I eat it and get my egg salad fix, and then I’m good for another year.

I know my kids won’t be partaking in the egg salad tonight.  Lucas wouldn’t eat an egg if it was the last food left on earth.  (Unless it was a chocolate egg.)  He said that his school served hard boiled eggs for lunch on Friday.  (I kind of find this hard to believe.  Are there really that many kids who will eat hard boiled eggs?)  He said he told all the other kids at his table exactly what is in an egg (i.e. that the yolk is the food supply for the baby chick and that there’s that stringy white thing that’s the umbilical cord), and that they were all grossed out and refused to eat them.  I’m sure those kids’ parents are loving him about now.

Now that I think about it, I didn’t eat eggs until I was about 25.  I grew up thinking that the yolk actually was the baby chick (which I guess in a way it is since it is the only food source for the chick, and everyone knows that you are what you eat).  Even after I took high school biology and found out that the eggs we eat are unfertilized, it took me another decade to get onboard.  Isn’t it funny how at some point we get past the grossness of certain foods and just eat them? 

Egg salad for me is one of those things where many wrongs added together make a right.  I don’t particularly like eggs,  celery or mayonaise, but mix them all together, slap it on some toast and it’s pretty darn good.  Just don’t use Miracle Whip.  I can tolerate mayo, but Miracle Whip is out of the question.  One of my many pet peeves is when people use mayonaise and Miracle Whip interchangeably.  They are not the same thing, people!  In my childhood, there were too many times when someone asked me if I wanted mayo on my sandwich and it ended up being Miracle Whip.  I learned long ago to ask for mine with no mayo.  Even to this day I have to be careful at potlucks.  If there’s any kind of salad, I just take a tiny little serving so I can see whether it’s made with Miracle Whip.  I don’t want to end up with a big scoop of inedible macaroni salad on my plate and be sitting next to a little old lady who says, “What’s wrong honey, don’t you like my macaroni salad?”

Bon appetite!

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