is a perfectly made Toad in the Hole. People know this concoction by many names, or maybe not by any name at all, but for me it all started about 15 years ago in our family kitchen down in Finksburg, MD. My father loves whipping up a Sunday breakfast, and while any variation of bacon and eggs was the standard fare, we never knew when fried balogna or huevos rancheros (in our case, fried eggs with cold Chi-Chi's salsa, all wrapped up in a flour tortilla, maybe the only thing my father ever made that I didn't really like) would make an appearance. My father, who at the time was working as a management consultant and had clients throughout the country, would often be inspired by things he ate while on the road (the huevos rancheros came from a project in Southern California and Northern Mexico, and I'm sure that given the availability of specialty ingredients in suburbia at the time, my father's rendition never had a chance of living up to the delicious versions he had regularly on the other side of the country.)
But of all the different dishes my father cooked up on Sunday mornings, the best by far was the Toad in the Hole. And maybe the 532nd reason that Eric is the most fabulous person in the world is because he's making one for me right now.
A Toad in the Hole is an open faced egg sandwich, layered as follows:
Bottom layer: Toasted bread or english muffin
Next: Slice of white american cheese (yellow will do if you must, but I like the white)
Next: A slice or two of very thinly sliced ham. (Coldcut ham from the deli counter.)
The Crowning Glory: A poached egg, with a runny yolk.
If you're in the mood for an egg, try this. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Now, to catch you all up on the non-House related activities of the past week. First of all, my sweet, thoughtful, wicked smart and talented friend Sarah just graduated from a Masters program designed to train teachers for inner city schools. I really admire Sarah's decision to leave corporate America to go and do something meaningful, and it takes an amazing person to march into one of the toughest schools in the system (two of her students were killed last year as a result of street violence) and on top of it all, she's teaching Calculus.
Anyway, we thought that she needed what every girl needs in stressful situations, and so here's a picture of her opening her Ice Cream Making Machine.
And yesterday was the bridal shower for my good friend Steph, who is getting married this October. A more lovely and graceful bride-to-be you may never see, even when she's opening inappropriate gifts from her booze bag friends:
It was All Kim.
And last but not least, the treat of the weekend:
I Love Me Some Mail.
What's in it?
A Crapload of Yarn.
Loot from elann.com, destined to be a tank top, a fair isle sweater and a pair of socks. Wendy, you made my month. Thank you so much!!!