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Egg in the hole is one of those things that when I make it, it always reminds me of some really great times. It's amazing that with such simple ingredients, and a little bit of nostalgia, you remember the weirdest things. That thing for me was the summer of 2010.
My best friend Jen had finally moved home after four very long years, and we moved in together-into her childhood home. This place both held very special memories of Halloween parties, and secret wine coolers, trips to mighty taco, and most lovingly the lyric "it's 8:45!" from our favorite song by Brand New. We had an absolute ball living in that house as kids, and as adults. Fast forward to 2010 when we moved in together- I remember things like punching an air mattress down the stairs because the only TV in the house was the one in the living room and we HAD to watch the Degrassi movie. Eating leftover antipasto salad and Manhattan clam chowder from her brother's benefit that was the night before. Special trips to Tops to steal all of the peppers out of the antipasto salad, and her ever reliable "baby car" which even had it's own theme song (which I will explain in detail soon)
Jen and I were invited to her friends birthday gathering at a bar called K Gallagher's. Neither of us had been there before, but we were excited to go out and get some drinks. Little did we know that this bar would become our favorite place of ALL TIME, making one, sometimes two trips there a week. I remember our second time there asking the world's greatest bartender, Max, to make us "something fruity" that we could take a shot of. So we took shot, after shot, after shot, staying out late and waiting for them to finally play "The Lonely Island" album so that we could sing to our favorite song "We Love Sports" (When I say sports, you say nutz, when I say cheating, you say sucks). We declared it out "secret bar" and no one else was allowed to go there but us. Shane and I weren't married at this point but he was none too keen on the idea of us going out in the city and having no idea where we would be, which i GUESS is understandable, but I told him not to have a crap attack. Anyway-one night a bunch of us went out to K Gals, it was the weekend so parking spaces were slim...but the baby car could literally fit into any space imaginable. "Sick nasty" spaces, if you will. And my husband would sing a song about the car every time we fit into a tiny parking spot: "Babay car, fuck yeah! It's the best tiny car in the whole fuckin' world!" We still sing that til this day when the car magically parks in tiny spots. So every week/weekend we would go out, drink our fruity drinks, do some shots, and come home (there was always a DD, don't worry!). When we would get home we were always starving...and this is where egg in the hole comes in. Jen used to make it every week, and it became our late night snack before bed, where we would recap the night, and dance to Michael Jackson if we weren't quite done partying yet. That bar gave me some of my closest friends and acquaintances, and some of the best memories from the best summer ever.
Egg-in-the-hole
2 slices of bread
butter
2 large eggs
S+P to taste
It could not be easier to make this dish. Cover each side of the bread with a healthy amount of butter. Cut out the middles of the bread with a biscuit cutter, and place into a hot skillet. Crack one egg in each hole and continue to cook until set on the bottom. Flip and cook until the other side is also set and browned. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and ENJOY! Great for breakfast, great as a drunk snack, or even a hangover lunch. Now go make some memories with your food. :)
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