i went out to dinner with my brother at the white horse inn in gap, pa. this place is an old country house built in the 1800's. it's quaint, but not too quaint. one of the vegetable sides on the menu was pickled eggs. your first thought might be, "gross!," but pickled eggs were a big treat for me growing up. i can remember the big glass jar of beet juice with eggs floating inside and how excited i would get when my dad would give in and buy me one. i also grew up with pigs feet and frog legs.
i love pickled eggs. how could i resist!!
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