My cousin Jim was one of six children and my first cousin on my father’s side of the family. Jim was a year or so older than I. I spent the night at my cousin’s house from time to time. On one such occasion, I was up earlier than the rest of the house except Jim. Jim was in the kitchen cooking his own breakfast when I wandered into the front part of the house. Jim was cooking something he called “egg in a basket” and he took the time to show me how and cooked me one as well.
EGG IN A BASKET
Jim’s “egg in a basket” was an egg cooked in the middle of a piece of bread. A hole was pulled from the piece of bread first (about the size of an egg yolk). Butter was melted in the pan on the stove. The bread was first soaked in the melted butter (turning it over back and forth until coated). Then, the egg was broken in the middle of the hole. The whole thing was then grilled on the stove (like a grilled cheese sandwich) until both sides were brown. For ours, we broke the yolk while cooking the “eggs in a basket” although it’s possible to cook it without breaking the yolk. Delicious!
JIM’S AMAZING EGG IN A BASKET
I thought about Jim this morning. Jim died this year (2019). I decided to cook the egg in a basket for breakfast. It was just as good as I remembered! As Jim showed me, I added salt and pepper. At the time, I felt so honored to have one of the older cousins take the time to show me how to cook. Time does have a way of slipping by so fast. It’s great to have fond memories of our loved ones when they die. It’s interesting which memories come back to us.