Eggs purchased in supermarkets have some age on them, and because most cooks buy eggs at supermarkets they don't realize that hard-boiled fresh eggs are nearly impossible to peel.
Last Saturday I wanted to make deviled eggs for a family gathering of eleven people. I needed to boil 15 of the the oldest eggs on hand so I asked Dennis, the egg man, "Which eggs in the refrigerator are the oldest?"
He identified two dozen as the oldest. They weren't.
By golly, it worked!
All three of our adult children, two of their three spouses, and four of their six children were here. Our grandchildren range from two to twenty-five. The latest, our bonus grandchild, is the left-hander I've been hoping for. That makes three of us. (To be honest, Zander appears to be ambidexterous, but eats mostly with his left and throws with his right.)
It was a bittersweet occasion because Bill and Carol soon will move to Maine, taking their children with them!
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