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  1. I have fond memories of childhood, anticipating the “egg in a nest” as a special Saturday breakfast treat, complete with the little cut-out toast circle to mop up the yolk. (Made with spongy, factory bread, but I didn’t know better.)

    This evolved into me often making the sans-hole egg-on-buttered-toast version for myself in college. My roommate informed me that what I made was actually called the “sad bastard.”

  2. I especially love having this after a really long run. I make them one at a time and eat them one after another right off the pan. My Dad made these for us when we were kids and we called it Egg in a Basket.

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