I saw this book at Draeger's this week in their Easter display if you're a DEA (Deviled Egg Addict):
Nope, I didn't look inside the book - my hands were full
Jiff's tale just reminded me of something that happened back when I was, oh around 8 or 9 years old. Of course since we're good Americans

we have deviled eggs at every holiday dinner...one Thanksgiving some friends of my parents' (one of those old wealthy couples with no kids) were invited. The wife wanted to bring a batch of 'her special deviled eggs'. So Mom didn't make them, since the lady was bringing some. Sure enough...she brought a big tray full. They looked really good - I remember she used things like bits of pimento and such to make little designs on top of the 'devilment' as we call it

My sisters and I all rushed to grab one and pop it in our mouths to find...her 'special recipe' included some sort of BOOZE! BLEAAAGHGGHGHGHH!!! And it wasn't like we could spit them out in front of my parents' friends...we managed to swallow what we had in our mouths and subtly wash it down with punch or whatever we were drinking at the time.
First time a tray of deviled eggs went unfinished in our house.
Needless to say, my Dad had a good laugh afterwards!