I know that baked eggs are technically called “shirred eggs,” but I like to call them Shire-d because, despite The Hobbit being the first book I ever started that I couldn’t finish and that the LOTR books joined that short list many years later, my best friend and I joke about elevenses and second breakfast so this is funny to me.
I don’t have an oven, but I’ve got a toaster oven, so that’s where this bad boy came from. I put it in a buttered muffin tin with some spinach and duxelles on the bottom to give the egg something to do. It was delish.
My mother used to make beef Wellington at home and it was one of my favorite things. I picked up how to make duxelles from her and remember that once, when I was in high school, a friend came over and marveled that I’d made myself lunch that included breakfast steaks infused with garlic and a side of duxelles. I don’t think she’d ever made a meal for herself in her life.
For the record, I call them “the duck” because intentionally mispronouncing stuff is amusing to me. [They’re properly DOOK-sell.]