I found myself with a plethora of eggs today. It happens. I also happened to be catching up on my blog reading, and found this recipe for bread and butter pickled eggs. Stroke of genius, as they say; and as someone else says, genius loves company...
Pickled eggs seem to have gone the way of the dodo. I can remember seeing them for sale in grocery stores, convenience stores, etc. when I was a kid. I can also remember spotting them (sometimes alongside pickled turkey gizzards...which reminds me of a story...) in certain dive bars. But those bars seem to be few and far between now-a-days. I would imagine that as you get further north, or south, or rural, they would be easier to find. Small places, dirty places, probably. I need to hang out there more, I guess--I'm probably not going to find a lot in New York, but I'll keep my eyes open and let you know if I do.
After trekking around Staten Island to track down mustard seeds and turmeric, I whipped up a batch of my own. I swapped out one third of the liquid in the small jar for some pepper vinegar that I've been steeping since February to spice it up a bit. I'll be back in a couple of weeks to let you know how they turn out.
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