Though it pains me to see a sweet face on my plate looking so sad and resigned to his fate of being eaten, I have to do what I came here to do and dip him in over medium egg yolks. It's a cruel world.
I love going on vacation when I get a chance to spend some time at a bed and breakfast. I know this is breakfast for a tot, but I like to think it's a magical house in the woods where I can stay the night and have the best breakfast ever. So there.
The first time I ever saw eggs in a basket was in a black and white slapstick comedy from the 40s. I wish I could remember what the movie was. I was watching late at night probably about 12 years ago now and was so inspired by this snack they ate onscreen that I had to make it immediately. It has since become a standby snack that I will eat at any time of day. Nowadays I add Sriracha and maybe some quick sauteed greens and call it lunch. Excuse me, I have to go turn on the stove now.