One thing, day 3, is a deviled egg tray, with a cover. Why I bought that, I have no idea. I don’t even like to cook stuff like that. We eat them at gatherings. My mother-in-law makes awesome deviled eggs. But we do not.
We brought it up to the little house. Again, maybe thinking we would magically become deviled egg makers. (Laughing so hard my eyes are watering as I write this.)
Goodbye sweet deviled egg tray, with cover. Someone who makes deviled eggs should own you.