gas-house egg

See also: gashouse egg

English

Noun

gas-house egg (plural gas-house eggs)

1. Alternative form of gashouse egg.
   • 1943 June 30, Ruth Walker, “The Breakfast Hour”, in The Greenville News, volume LXIX, number 181, Greenville, S.C., page nine:

     Oscar, he of Waldorf-Astoria fame, would be (or should be) proud to serve the following gas-house egg recipe we’ve heard from one of the culinary artists of this city: Take a slice of bread, pinch out the center, put in a frying pan with melted butter (or a reasonable amount thereof) and pour the egg in the hole.

   • 1950 February, Theodore Sturgeon, “The Dreaming Jewels”, in Fantastic Adventures, volume 12, number 2, page 59, column 1:

     […] she had breakfast well on the way when he returned—“gas-house” eggs (fried in the center of slices of bread punched out with a water glass) and crisp bacon.

   • 1984, Lynn Cartier, Intimates, Dell, →ISBN, page 114:

     “Mama’s making gas-house eggs, ’Nessa,” said Danny, cutting into a slice of melon. “Come and eat them before they’re cold,” Annie prompted. Vanessa slid into her seat at the table. “What are gas-house eggs?” Annie served her two from the cast iron skillet. “Oh, sure, we used to call ’em bull’s-eyes.”

   • 2001 October 27 – November 2, John Peel, Radio Times, →ISBN; republished in “WI”, in The Olivetti Chronicles: Three Decades of Life and Music, Bantam Press, 2008, page 339:

     Cooking is very popular but I don’t cook, unless you count gas-house eggs.

   • 2007, Wallace Westfeldt, Limestone Concerto, Boulder, Colo.: MudBug Press, →ISBN, page 132:

     On the morning after Edith Campbell’s lawn party, Jed quietly dressed in his work clothes and decided to introduce Micaela to gas-house eggs. After cooking the bacon, he made a little-larger-than-yolk-sized hole in a piece of bread. He laid the bread in the skillet and let it soak up the bacon grease, then cracked an egg into the center of the hole.

   • 2007, Jerry Tovo, The Bible Reading Contest, iUniverse, Inc., →ISBN, page 232:

     After Lemus, came a breakfast of gas-house eggs—after eleven years, I was finally tired of Cheerios. Gas-house eggs consisted of a piece of bread from which the center had been cut out and replaced by an egg that was then fried to taste. I wasn’t up to drinking coffee, so, argh, I washed the gas-house eggs down with a pint of milk, whole milk.