Wednesday, 22 April 2026
Pickled Eggs
We went to a pub last weekend, for a celebration on my wife's side of the family. Two in one, actually: her cousin's birthday and her cousin's wedding. Reception was held in a country pub. I was happily surprised to see that they had pickled eggs, something I hadn't seen in decades. I used to enjoy them a lot as a kid, they made for an easy lunch. Eaten as a snack with a beer on the side, they're even better. Last time I had some was about fifteen years ago, in a local pub that has since changed ownership and completely revamped itself into something more modern. You can guess that the pickled eggs went the way of the dodo eggs there. So long story short, I was so glad to find a pub that still serves them. Of course I had to do the full experience, so I ordered one with a beer. My wife was grossed out. But it really tasted delicious, just like I remembered. And you, ever tried pickled eggs? What do you think of them? Tell me in the comments.
Labels:
comfort food,
egg,
food,
gastronomie,
nostalgia,
nostalgie,
oeuf,
pickled eggs,
pub,
pubs
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