Eggs in a Hole
I love the term “eggs-in-a-hole.” So simple and to the point. And sort of cutesy. In fact, I think it may be grounds for a childrens’ book. Hm, my story would go a little like this:
Eggs in a hole, eggs in a hole
Your protein buries into the bread, just like a mole!
Those cute, furry creatures used to dig in my dirt
Then my Dad stabbed them twelve and a half times with a pitchfork, and the blood went spurt spurt!
Maybe I’m not ready to write kid books just yet.
Or have kids.
But I’ll always be down to eat this sandwich. I mean, what’s better than a runny egg yolk? A runny egg yolk fraternizing with bread and cheese, that’s what.
