I can remember waking up before my parents when I was about 6 or 7 and making this very same breakfast for myself (minus the coffee–I may be of French-Italian heritage but the coffee-drinking didn’t start until the teenage years). My mom had this handy round cookie cutter that was the perfect tool for making the hole in the bread. I had to resort to an empty yogurt container today, an incredibly poor choice, actually.
It would seem that “Egg-in-a-Hole” is not the widely accepted term for what I’ve done here. This is not a surprise, considering that most of my food lingo is descended from a family full of Yats. Most people in the U.S. seem to call this “Egg-in-a-Basket.” Us Yats are more literal–it’s a hole not a basket; now eat ya breakfast, then we going to Schwegmann’s to make groceries.