Okay, so y’all have to promise not to make fun of me when I fess up to this juicy little tidbit (unlike my mother who actually laughed when I came to her for some guidance). Okay, here goes. . . before this weekend I, at 40-something-years old, had never made deviled eggs. Yes, I know, it’s shocking but true! I’ve wanted to make them for years, but someone always beats me to the egg boiling, yolk whipping and paprika sprinkling punch. So, since I was hosting Easter dinner this year, I kind of assigned the side dishes and kept the deviled eggs for myself. No pressure or anything. Since I wanted…
