Fried Eggs on Toast

Fried Eggs on Toast

My dad was of the old school. His home was his castle and he was in charge! My, how times have changed. Nowadays, mom works, too. The family doesn't gather around the supper table anymore. Every member of the family has his own agenda. When I think about the old days, I'm talking about the thirties and the forties. One thing, especially, comes to mind: "Fried Eggs on Toast." That was my dad's breakfast from as long as I can remember. Oh, there might be pancakes, French toast or whatever, but "Fried Eggs on Toast" was a given.
Let me set the scene for you. His plate would be waiting on the counter. The bread would be in the toaster. The fire couldn't be too hot with just enough bacon grease in the cast iron skillet. Dad would be seated at the table with his first cup of coffee waiting for breakfast. When Dad's breakfast chore fell to me, it didn't take long to learn how to turn out the desired product. Here goes:

FRIED EGGS ON TOAST
2 eggs
2 tablespoons bacon grease
2 slices white bread
1 tablespoon butter
1 cast iron skillet
1 soup spoon
1 slotted pancake turner

Put bacon grease in the skillet over a medium-low fire. When the grease is hot, but not smoking, add the two eggs. The yolks must NOT be broken. (If they were, you threw out the eggs and started over.) I would break an egg onto a saucer and slip it into the grease. It would be followed by the second egg. As I watched, the whites of the eggs would congeal around the yolk. Then it was time for me to spoon the hot grease carefully over the yolks. When it was covered in a white film, with the yolk still soft, I would carefully lift it out with the spatula and place it on a waiting slice of buttered bread. I placed the second egg on another piece of toast. Dad would add salt and pepper at the table. I must say, I got pretty good at it.
It sounds like my dad was difficult to get along with. He really wasn't. There were just some things that had to be done his way. "Fried Eggs on Toast" was one of them. He has been gone sixty-one years. I still miss him. I would gladly heat up the old cast iron skillet and fix his "Fried Eggs on Toast: again.