Here in North East England, it’s called “One-Eyed Jack”, apparently. I’ve never had it, myself. It seems to be one of those odd dishes you only know about if your mother made it.
Alan Moore’s mother obviously never did – before the film of V for Vendetta came out, one of his objections was:
Now, he had plenty of reasons for being vexed with the producers of the film, but I think he was stretching a bit by objecting to “eggy”.
I’m American, I think we called it eggs in the hole, but I’m familiar with it because my father made it. I associate it with camping–where Dad did most of the cooking. At home, Mom did most of the cooking. We were far more likely to have eggs for breakfast when camping than when not.
You need to let us know what’s available to you. From my times living in the states, I found there’s very little US-made sausagery that is much like British sausages. You might want to see if there are any British butchers online that can supply you (they have to be based in the US for FDA regulations). I did find one based in Florida that was very good.
Essentially, they are ‘links’, usually with a fairly grainy meat texture, a bit of rusk mixed in, and herbs and spices. The skins are also a little tougher than you might be used to, though they seem to get more delicate every year: when I was a lad, they were made of intestine, and were called “bangers” because they actually exploded while cooking if you didn’t prick them. Nowadays they’re encased in a thin vegetable protein substitute, and they split before exploding.
We call them “popeyes” around here. They’re a little bit tricky, in the sense that the hole has to be properly proportioned. Ideally, the egg should fill the hole so that it comes up to the same plane as the top of the bread. So the hole will vary, depending on the thickness of the bread and the size of the egg. Takes some practice.
KneadToKnow, I’ve been poking around the web, and there are lots and lots of US-based British food suppliers that should be able to help you, but on googling NC I found CCA British Foods in Charlotte. They don’t have a website, but might be good to call - if they don’t have sausages, they might be able to put you in touch with someone who does.
And if you’re ever over Chattanooga way, you might try The English Rose, where my mother used to waitress. They do all manner of British tea and food, including authentic bangers and mash (and steak and kidney pie if you’re so inclined!).
I think you can still get natural hog casings if you look around (unless they’ve made them illegal in the very recent past or something - I nearly bought some duck sausages at a local butcher/sausage specialist (oo er) - for some friends that don’t eat mammalian protein - but the butcher told me they were hog casings, so I couldn’t get them.
This was one of the first dishes I ever learned how to cook. My mom always called it a Hole-y Egg and we’d have them on Sundays. Dang, if eggs didn’t make me sick now, I’d have a whole bunch of these on Sunday. I always liked to cook it with a lot of butter rather than a healthier choice, so the bread turned out a nice golden brown and all butterymmmmm…
Oh, and for the curious, Eggs-in-Baskets is available at Cracker Barrel. Do not order them sunny-side up: the cooks lack either common sense or a sense of humor, and you will get half-raw eggs.
My mother, who is Irish-American, always used to call these “porterhouse eggs.” She made them all the time. This doesn’t seem to be a very common name for them, though.
I use bratwurst from the grocery store. I’m sure a real Brit would faint or something, but I live in the boonies and that’s what we’ve got. It’s pretty yummy, but the bubble and squeak the next day is the really good part.
I used to like saving the egg circle and putting a slice of cheese then putting the circle back on.
Not really part of the whole “trying to eat better” thing