I have a devilish streak to me. It doesn’t get evoked very often because one needs to at least pretend to keep up appearances. But every once in a while, I can feel my eyes gleaming and my mouth starting to twitch as a particularly devious thought enters my head. Sometimes it all starts with wondering “what would happen if…?”
What would happen if we were dropping something off at our friends’ house and we knew they weren’t home, but they told us to let ourselves in? Would we perhaps take along pictures of ourselves and distribute them among their belongings, hiding them in between pages of books, inside DVD cases, replacing pictures of them with pictures of us? Would we rearrange the pictures that contained the letters of their last name so it spelled something inappropriate? Would we contemplate unscrewing their faucet and putting a dye tablet underneath the screen? Perhaps. They found pictures of us for months.
It was this same naughtiness that made me start placing the rubber spider in places for my husband to find. In his shoe, his underwear drawer, his pillow, and in the coffee grounds. One time it ended up in his favorite board game. It took a few months to find that time since I refuse to play the game with him. There is this weird logic behind it. I feel like if I beat him too many times, he’d start to hate the game.
Although he tries to be good, I often lead my husband into these crazy adventures with me. As we plot and plan, we laugh to ourselves and frequently snort. The rule we have is to never do harm and never to do anything that can’t be undone easily. 
There was a time where I was feeling particularly spunky and explained to my husband that I was sure that I wasn’t actually a good person. “I just don’t think a good person would keep thinking up these terrible things to do.” In the scheme of life, they are not terrible. I would never intentionally hurt someone’s feelings and often I get as good as I give.
I’m pretty sure I come by it naturally. I can’t attest to my grandma ever pulling pranks, but it wouldn’t be surprising to hear about the mischief she got up to. My mom on the other hand…her stories are hers to tell, but if I were to start telling her stories, I might begin with something about nuns in a bar.
Like INXS says “Every single one of us the devil inside.” Perhaps it comes from deviled eggs. Maybe it comes from Deviled Hot Dogs or Devils Food Cake. It might just be from the Deviled Green Beans in the recipe below. 
I recommend using Dijon mustard instead of yellow mustard in this recipe. It provides a little bite and depth that yellow mustard doesn’t have.
I didn’t get a picture of the completed project, but you can get the idea. Squint a little and pour the sauce on the beans, stir to coat and put on some corn flakes. Do you see it now? If you can’t quite envision it, make this recipe yourself and post a photo in the comments.
What????? Corn flakes and worcestershire sauce? How could this possibly taste.
It’s delicious
Nuns in a bar. Is that a joke? Corn flakes on beautiful fresh beans, that must be a joke for sure
They were actually delicious.
This sounds like a delightful mid-century recipe – and I like how simple it is. I can see how this would be good with the corn flakes.
I talked about this one with my mom. She commented on the trend toward the crunchy element. It was usually cornflakes or fried onions. She asked if I’d gotten to the recipes involving ice cream and Rice Krispies yet.