Why do you buy pickled eggs?

[pagerbear]

I mean, really!

[supernova]

1. Every time I go to the gas station

there the sit on the counter, in that over-sized jar of mercurichrome pink vinegar, looking fossilized. :scared:

[meegbear]

2. Because they're out of Slim Jims?

:shrug:

[salvorhardin]

3. Because

I like hatching little pickled peeps for Easter.

[YellowRubberDuckie]

4. I know...they are so nasty...

:puke:

[johnnie]

5. Because they taste better than deep fried

....hmmmm??? I might have something here. Hard boiled eggs, coated and deep fried. Do they have those?

[Mr. McD]

7. Scotch eggs

are hard boiled eggs that are wrapped in sausage and then deep fried.:)

[Magrittes Pipe]

9. A little mustard on the side....

GOD, I love Scotch eggs! :D

[johnnie]

10. Awwwwwww crap!!!

I thought I was going to get rich.
:D

[Mr. McD]

6. I don't, I make my own.

There great!!:)

[1monster]

8. I can't say that I ever have purchased a pickled egg...BUT, when I was a

kid, we used to make pickled eggs and they didn't look ANYTHING like the ones you see for sale.

First, they were not pink! They were a deep purplely red -- from the beets that were pickled with them. (The only way I'd ever eat beets, by the way.)

I'm not especially fond of eggs, and hard boiled eggs don't come anywhere near the top for my favorite way to eat eggs, so I don't pickle them anymore, but don't assume that the "pickled eggs" you can buy are what are really pickled eggs, cause it just ain't so!

[soothsayer]

11. cuz i've had a hard day at the factory and I want my nickel beer and

whiskey chaser

[dbt]

12. Friend of mine is an ICU nurse.

He tells of a comatose patient being brought in, the victim of some botulin-related toxin. Poor fucker had tubes in every available orfice and was breathing via respirator. He remained comatose for three months, then slowly began to wake.

His hoarse whispers were at first unintelligible as the nurses gathered around him. He kept (apparently) saying the same thing over and over, but nobody could figure out what it was. Then, your man gathered all his strength--and everyone at last understood what he'd been trying to say:

"Pickled eggs at the <redacted> Tavern!"

:evilgrin:
dbt

[markus]

13. 'Cause there's out of pigs feet?

Now there's a snack I've never tried. Most corner barrooms don't have enough alcohol on premises to get me try pickled pigs feet (trotters for those of you where they are called such).

Now, pickled lambs tounges are delish spread on crakers. I only found them once, on a "gourmet" shelf in teh back of Dorignacs grocery in Metairie, LA. They're sort of like tounge-shaped pate.