Little Man begs on a daily basis for deviled eggs. He thinks they are the bomb. When I make them he asks how many he can have. We made some together this weekend, just so he could help. Because Little Man wants to be a chef someday. While he looks for dinosaur bones and ancient civilizations and buried treasure. He can't decide between archeology or paleontolgy. But he figures he might as well eat good while he explores the universe. Not a bad plan, actually. He may need to rethink his food of choice though...I'm not sure how well deviled eggs will travel.