Genius Consults The Source For Some Devilish Advice

We rarely hear from Genius these days. Just a picture here and there from a trip he's on. I write him a letter every week. Sometimes I'll get a couple texts asking for more specifics. He will be here for Christmas, and we'll get to see him for a few hours. I know Genius has his own life to live, so I try to survive on these scraps tossed my way.

 

Saturday night at 11:00 (midnight in Pittsburgh!), I heard my phone buzz with a text. I figured it was The Pony, having woken from an after-work nap, checking in with something about investment houses, or his job. But no. It was Genius!

"Can you send me your deviled egg recipe when you have a chance? I want to make them later this week."

For Thanksgiving, I presume. And what else do I have but time to send an unwritten recipe? For about the third time.

"I don't measure, but I can give you the ingredients now. Yolks, ground black pepper, dill pickle juice, yellow mustard, mayo. Not much mayo."

"Pickle juice is the thing I was noticing missing. We were at a dinner tonight with friends and they just weren't as nice. I thought it was not enough mustard but now that you say that this was definitely the missing acid."

"Slice the green olives in thirds. Mustard is more important than the mayo, but pickle juice is vital. I usually do about 18 eggs, and start with 4 or 5 serving spoons of pickle juice. Lots of mustard. And maybe 1 serving spoon of mayo, another half if it's too dry."

Surely Genius can figure out how to make tasty deviled eggs with that description.