Deviled Eggs

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This deviled eggs recipe is made special with yogurt in the filling…and a story from the heart.

Whenever there are cars in the driveway across the way here on Main Street, more than one car, I start to get worried. Mrs. Smith hasn’t been feeling well, not so surprising at her age, and she keeps quiet over there. She stays home most of the time, venturing out to go to the doctor and also to get her treatments. I see her son’s truck every night around five, when he pulls in for a visit on his way home from work. But last week there were two cars, then three. Then four. Where I come from that means something’s wrong.

Mrs. Smith answered the phone at the same time as her daughter when I called to check in, so it was a relief that she could pick up the line. Daughter went quiet and let her mother handle her own phone call, which I later understood to be an act of daughterly restraint, when I learned how sick she was. Mrs. Smith’s voice was thin and sweet, breathy, not sure what on earth has gotten into me, she said. I asked if she was in pain. No, no pain, just needing to rest, she said.

When I dropped off banana bread a few hours later, one of the pretty red-headed Smith daughters answered the door. That I’m not sure of her name is one of those things I can’t stand about myself. Mom is sleeping, she said, and has gotten down with something in her chest.

The next day the car situation hadn’t let up, and I needed to head down state. Here I had a whole mother lode of deviled eggs, pretty ones that I’d pickled with a beet the same way we handle our Lebanese turnips. That pink catches my eye and I’ve been admiring the pink eggs in a big jar on the counter at Goodrich’s forever, thinking how nice they’d be for deviled eggs. How nice at Easter.

I pulled out a paper plate to deliver the eggs across the street. It was around noon and Mrs. Smith could have them for lunch with her daughters. The plate seemed awfully…plain…and I discovered in the cabinet next to the plates a packet of paper doilies. Mom must keep them there for just such an occasion, I realized, since I had never put them up there myself. I noticed in that moment how much I love paper lace, that it speaks a certain kind of TLC-language of the plate. That’s a language in which Mrs. Smith is fluent.

When I first came back to Harbor Springs to stay a couple of years ago, I thought a lot about the good people of Main Street who had influenced my whole family, especially the Smiths. I wrote something of it in an essay for our town paper, the Harbor Light. I’m not sure how it is that I got to grow up on both Wagon Wheel Lane and Main Street with the kinds of neighbors that change your life, but I did:

On more than one occasion we arrived from downstate to find a beautiful apple pie, warm and fragrant, on our kitchen counter from Eris Smith. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, our neighbors on the other side across Ingalls Street, and their many children have meant a great deal to the Aboods. Their roots in this town match those of the massive maple trees in their yard, deep and sturdy. Their men march in the town parades as veterans; they meet life’s challenges, of which they have experienced many, like those maples as well: with great strength and fortitude. Mr. Smith used to watch us coming and going from his own porch, always telling us to drive safely back down to Chicago or wherever one might be headed, and to come back soon. I remember when they lost a son, a young man, years ago and my parents referenced the Smith family in instructing ours, as one we should emulate for their resilience in the face of adversity. We have found ample opportunities to make use of this instruction.

So when John Smith called knowing I’m still downstate and wondering could they park in the drive?, I suspected things had taken a turn. Sure have, he said, doctors were surprised she made it through last night.

What stunned me about the call was in the telling. John had that same ultra-pleasant tone of voice as his mother, perhaps one of the great treasures she passed on to her children. It’s a voice of friendly calm, one Mrs. Smith shouted out to me from her door whenever I came up the walk: Hello Pumpkin! And when she saw a plate or a bowlful in my hands, Aren’t you the workingest girl?!

It’s a voice of genuine everything-is-gonna-be-ok, even when there’s trouble. A voice that has more concern for its receiver than itself. A voice that makes you want to try awfully hard to keep up with the neighbors.

Deviled eggs on a blue plate lined with a doilie.
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Deviled Eggs Recipe

By Maureen Abood
These are beautiful made with my beet pickled eggs recipe, but simple boiled eggs of course work as they always do. The yogurt and mint in the mix add a fresh, light flavor.
Prep: 8 minutes
Servings: 16 deviled eggs

Ingredients 

Instructions 

  • Slice the eggs in half with a sharp knife and remove the yolks. In a small bowl, mash the yolks thoroughly with a fork, breaking up as many lumps as possible.
  • Stir in the yogurt, mayonnaise, and mustard and stir thoroughly. Taste and season with salt, adding more yogurt or mayonnaise to make the filling loose enough to dollop and thick enough to hold its shape.
  • Use a tablespoon or piping bag to fill each of the egg white halves with the yolk mixture. Sprinkle the mint over the eggs and serve, or cover and chill for up to 3 hours before serving.

Nutrition

Calories: 705kcal | Carbohydrates: 6g | Protein: 53g | Fat: 51g | Saturated Fat: 15g | Polyunsaturated Fat: 14g | Monounsaturated Fat: 18g | Trans Fat: 0.2g | Cholesterol: 1502mg | Sodium: 1293mg | Potassium: 653mg | Fiber: 0.1g | Sugar: 4g | Vitamin A: 2241IU | Vitamin C: 0.4mg | Calcium: 300mg | Iron: 7mg

Nutrition information is automatically calculated, so should only be used as an approximation.

Additional Info

Author: Maureen Abood
Prep Time: 8 minutes
Servings: 16 deviled eggs
Calories: 705
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15 Comments

  1. I see kindness and creativity run in your family. This is Charlie’s friend Kippy, in Nevada. I dug out your book and tried your egg recipe today and am in love! I can’t wait to post about it on social media, and also share with some friends. It’s such a lovely, unique flavor, and of course the colors – totally Easter-ish. 🙂

    So very glad to find the recipe here online so I can link to it. I didn’t want to share the copyrighted info from your book without your permission, so this is the best result. Hope you and your family have a lovely holiday.

    1. Kippy what a comment! Thank you so very much! I loved “meeting” you on Facebook and finding your wonderful note here. The eggs are so delicious, thank you!

  2. Thank you for sharing the Smith family with us. We play a Easter Egg game with colored (shell on) boiled eggs. We each pick an egg and each person hits another person’s egg on the pointy end. The winner is the person who ends up with an uncracked egg. My husband grew up with this Easter tradition. In his village, if you cracked a person’s egg, your reward was that you could keep your opponent’s egg. We tweaked that practice. At Easter, the person who ends up with an uncracked egg gets $10. I have boiled, colored, cracked eggs left over from Easter and will try your beet dyed egg recipe. Thank you for sharing.

  3. I made these lively eggs for easter today and wanted to give a big thumbs up! I actually omitted the mayo and it was perfect with a bit more yogurt. thank you for your blog and your recipes!

  4. Maureen, I just revisited this recipe sent from your email. I had never read the story until today.
    Your character descriptions and storytelling connect and remind us of dear ones who have departed.
    As for the Pink eggs…. they say Pretty in Pink! Pretty Delicious looking

  5. Dearest Maureen, What a tender story, written so beautifully, it feels like I have already met Mrs. Smith.
    We know someone like that in Toledo: Grandma Violet who lived across the street from Mike and Jem’s old house with her grown daughter’s family. It was told, she watched out the window every day as Mike left early for work, and prayed for him.
    I was so moved hearing that, it prompted a vivid dream of Grandma V. sitting propped up in fluffy down blankets, looking out the window, praying for Mike.

  6. Ive always had a soft spot for the elderly.When i was young there was an old lady i would always see in her garden on my way to school.One day i waved and she waved back.I didnt know her name but that wave became a tradition between us.Then one day she was gone and the house was torn down.But i still remember that connection we had.

  7. Maureen, so lovely, as always, your words, your sentiments, pictures, and, the recipe. I have never added luban to deviled eggs, nor did my Mother-what a yummy idea!!

  8. Thank you for sharing Mr. and Mrs. Smith with us. Acts of kindness…seems we don’t see enough of them these days and yet they are so simple to give. You are the epitome of the act! PS love the pink eggs… delightfully Easter! 🙂

  9. How beautiful.

    Just wondering if they made any comments about the flavor of the laban? I’m always leery of giving a non Middle Easterner anything with plain laban. Growing up our family was the only ones for miles around that ate what became yogurt. Everyone else either wouldn’t try it or didn’t like it. It’s the one food that my English mother never ate.

  10. Thanks for the print option. My wife will believe your recipe, when I make suggestions as Chef Boy Ardee she ignores me.