First and Last Words
Dear Reader,
Our thesis can be summed up in our name: Toads-in-the-Hole.
Why Toads-in-the-Hole you ask?
On April 18, 1955, Albert Einstein lay dying. With his remaining strength, he feebly beckoned his nurse to his bedside and whispered in her ear what turned out to be his last words: “Toad in the hole.” A scientific breakthrough? The missing variable that stands between us and the Grand Unification Theory? His reincarnation destiny?
Of course, in separate interviews, the nurse also reported Einstein’s whisper as “Don’t goad the voles,” but voles have nothing to do with breakfast.
As a secular saint, Einstein embodies the spirit of curiosity and exploration that we hope to emulate in this online journal. Come back every now and again and share the journey (our journey, not yours) with us.
Miron Family Master Recipe for Toads-in-the-Hole
Slice some bread, preferably a day-old whitish loaf. Butter the slices on one side, then toss them into a hot frying pan. While they’re frying, in a slap-dash manner cut circles of two-inch diameter out of the center of the bread. When the bread is golden brown (On one side!), take the slices out of the pan. Dollop some more butter in the hot pan, swirl it around, then crack as many eggs into the pan as you have slices of bread. Quickly, before the eggs cook too much, place the slices individually over each egg so that the yolk peeks through the hole you’ve cut. Gently cover the yolks with the cut circles of bread (if you like cooked yolks). The egg will soak up into the unfried side of the bread. Allow this to happen for a while, then pry them out of the pan with a spatula and serve to your loved ones. Or your worst enemy, if they've stopped by for breakfast.