1860 Totes In A Hole

The more uncomfortable we are with a thing or action the more euphemisms we have for it. Like there's pretty much only one word for milk. Yet about a million for the act of procreation that's ultimately responsible for that milk.
So it was with surprise recently that I made an amazing discovery in that regard vis-à-vis an egg dish.
The dish in question was "totes-in-a-hole." A simple concoction really; you cut a hole in a piece of bread, get some butter frying on a skillet, put the bread on it, and then crack an egg in the hole. Flip it over in more sizzling butter and after a while you have a combo that's vaguely reminiscent of French toast without all the hassle.
Great meal using that illegal hotplate in the college dorm. I was introduced to the dish by an upper classman as totes-in-a-hole and have always referred to it as such. I shared the name with someone recently and she said she'd heard it was called eggs-in-a-basket, which sounded crazy to me, there weren't no basket anywhere around. Then again, what the heck is a tote, if not a carrying device similar in fact to a tisket-tasket basket variety.
So I Googled the term. What came up were a number of entries, one of which asked fellow bloggers and trolls what names they knew the dish as.
The list included: Toad-in-a-hole (as in frog), Egg-in-a-hole, Eggs-in-a-nest, Eggs-in-a-basket, Nester, Nest Egg, UFO, Dippy Egg, One Eyes, Bull's Eyes, Eggs-in-a-Frame (perhaps from an artistic or architectural family), Hobo Toast, and the simple and elegant Egghole.
It appears we are uncomfortable with eggs conjoined with toast for some reason. Perhaps I should reread my college Freudian psychology book for a clue.
Maybe while I drink a glass of milk...
America, ya gotta love it.