Tales From A Hungry Life

February 5, 2016

Inspired by Eggs in a Basket

by Maria Schulz

I woke up this morning to more snow and the sinking feeling that shoveling was in my immediate future. Luckily, I read a post by my friend Beth at butterscotchblastoff with a recipe that brought me back to my Grandmother’s kitchen.


Like this, only bigger and pinker

I can see her now: my beautiful little Nonnie, in her pink frilly apron, cooking for me in her big pink kitchen in Port Washington. She had short brown hair and big brown eyes, framed by round glasses that she always wore. Her home always smelled of something wonderful on the stove: fresh bread, spaghetti and meatballs, apple pie, or peach spongecake.


How’s about cooking something up for me?

One of my favorite memories are of sleeping over and waking up to find my grandmother cooking breakfast for me. If Uncle Sal was there for the weekend and Uncle Don was home, Judy Garland, Dean Martin, and Frank Sinatra would be playing in the background as we waited for our meal.


My two grandmothers

My grandmother used to take a piece of bread, make a circle in it with the bottom of a juice glass, and put both pieces of bread into a hot pan with a dab of butter. Next, she’d crack an egg into the middle of the toast. When everything had firmed up nicely, she’d flip it (yes, even the round piece that had been cut out was cooked and flipped). She’d season it all with salt and pepper, put it on one of her pretty plates, and presto! Breakfast was served.

tomatoes and eggs

Hey, good looking

How could eggs be so delicious? My grandmother was a magician in the kitchen, and I would practically sit in the audience and applaud. There was lots of laughter around that table as we enjoyed our morning feast.


To boost up my morale before heading out into the snow drifts, I set out to make a little magic of my own. I did everything my grandmother showed me, but with inspiration from Beth, I added a twist: yellow tomatoes, a little more butter, salt, pepper, and basil. I added it to my eggs in a basket on top and on the side. You know what? It was delicious! I recommend it heartily.

Eggs in a BasketI think my Nonnie would approve.

So…what’s your favorite breakfast food? Best memory with Grandma? What inspires you when your get up and go has gotten up and left? Please leave a comment and let us all know. Thanks!






  1. I LOVE this!!!!!!!! Must try making the egg dish. Miriam


    Comment by Miriam Reines — February 5, 2016 @ 12:01 pm | Reply

  2. All I got on MY weekends were Puffed rice.

    I was robbed!!!!

    Comment by CB — February 5, 2016 @ 12:18 pm | Reply

  3. Eggs in a basket. I think my grandmother showed your grandmother how to make that. My grandmother used to make fried eggs for my Uncle Tony and the yolks had to be perfect which your grandmother couldn’t understand because he would pour ketchup on them and mess it all up with a fork. When you grandmother took over that job one day she made her brother eggs that had one yolk pierced. My uncle Tony refused to eat it and demanded that she cook two others. She took two eggs in her hand and asked him if he really wanted her to do what she was thinking of doing. He said yes since he thought she was going to cook them. Well he said yes and she took both eggs and cracked them on his head. What a mess as the yolks ran through his hair into his eyes. He never asked her to cook eggs for him again.

    Comment by bglou — February 5, 2016 @ 12:21 pm | Reply

  4. My favorite memory with my Nana was watching The Wizard of Oz–there was no coddling of children’s tender psyches in those days. It was a classic, and that was that. Oh, boy, was I scared–and I loved it! Your beautiful grandmother’s comfy lap must’ve just as secure.

    Comment by Beth Goehring — February 5, 2016 @ 12:33 pm | Reply

    • Ha! Yes and no. I think I was bigger than both of them by the 5th grade. But they were champion cuddlers!

      Comment by talesfromahungrylife — February 5, 2016 @ 12:35 pm | Reply

  5. I think I’m going to try that tomorrow morning. That kitchen table brings back memories for me too & it’s now in my basement.

    Comment by MC — February 6, 2016 @ 1:40 pm | Reply

  6. […] My grandmother’s house and eggs in a basket  […]

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