My Grandma's Deviled Eggs

Lately, I have really been missing my Grandma Esther.  She was one awesome lady and I really do miss being able to call her at 2am and she being awake and chatting the night away, or playing endless cards with her, shopping at the grocery store or heck just hanging out.  She had such an amazing attitude on life, so happy, wanting the best for my mom, sam and I.  I miss her smile and her way of touching your hand so soft and loving.  

When I find myself missing her, I start baking.  She was a fantastic cook and probably my favorite thing about her was she didn't really measure anything.  It was all about taste.  So I have found myself making deviled eggs, beets, or antipasta more often. 
Below I posted my deviled eggs that I made for the Super Bowl- now I want to make sure everyone knows that the chives on top were not part of her recipe-but just something i added for the football party.  

So here is the part that in a food blog that I would give you the recipe.... however that is not going to happen. Yes, I make one fantastic deviled egg and yes you all want to know my secret. But that is between my Grandma and I.  I will never forget the several times we sat in the kitchen making this recipe together.  We always tasted after we added an ingredient and if I added too much she would just think up something else to fix it.  

I wanted to share this because I live my life in a way that I think she would be proud.  I do wish she was here to talk to... but I know she is looking down on me- smiling and laughing.  I love you Gram and I still make fantastic deviled eggs.