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Monday Morning in the Kitchen: Baked Eggs in Ham Cups


While browsing pinterest, I found this recipe for baked egg cups.  I loved the ease and simplicity of the recipe, but ended up making an even lazier version--mainly due (we'll say) to lack of scallions and  cheese.  Leaving out the salt and pepper legitimately qualified as sheer laziness, however.  Anyway, this is a simple recipe that can easily be doctored up to be elegant.


Baked Eggs in Ham Cups

Lightly grease cups of a muffin tin.  Place one slice of deli ham in each cup.  Carefully crack an egg in each ham-filled cup.  Bake at 400 degrees for 12 minutes.


Thanks to John, who (before we even took a bite) said, "Don't you want to take a picture of this and put it on your blog?"  Bless his heart!  Surprisingly, snapping a photo hadn't even crossed my mind. 


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  1. I have made these as well and are a big hit....but I use bacon not ham. I had to chuckle at what your hubby said because mine says the same thing all the time!

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  2. Once I get my kitchen back, I will have to make these, the laziest way possible. Perhaps using a non-stick muffin pan so I don't have to spray it? I love that our families are always thinking about our blogs for us, coming up with ways to make them better posts.

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  3. I'd like to invite you to join me at the Clever Chicks Blog Hop this week! http://www.the-chicken-chick.com/2012/11/clever-chicks-blog-hop-8-and-rural.html

    I hope to see you there!
    Cheers!
    Kathy Shea Mormino
    The Chicken Chick

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