I'm sure I've seen this idea a million other places, but this morning it seemed like a stroke of pure genius. Which, even if it isn't MY genius, it definitely is.
These are simply slices of day-old wheat bread, sliced thinly and pushed into muffin tins. Crack an egg in each well, sprinkle with kosher salt and fresh-cracked black pepper and bake at 400 degrees until the eggs are just the way you like them.
Even though the bread wanted to split and crack, the oven was hot enough to sear the outside of the egg where it touched the pan and crisp the edges of the bread, so the whole thing came out clean. Served with canned peaches, we ate them out of hand, with silly little smiles on our faces. A family breakfast on a Friday, that cooked while Mom was in the shower? Brilliant. This might be a start to a lovely new tradition.
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