Boiled Eggs and New Adventures.

Ok, most people wouldn't consider a boiled egg to be an adventure, but it was a big step of bravery for me. Here in the UK, it's a pretty traditional thing to have a boiled egg with a runny yolk in an egg cup and "soldiers" (toast cut into thin slices). I love eggs, but I've always despised the icky taste of the yolks. I just haven't liked them at all my entire life. Still, after seven years living in Wales I've always been intrigued to try this rather fun looking breakfast.

I've recently just finished working a temporary Christmas position at a well known kitchen store here in Britain. While a lot of the things they sell can be found in America, sometimes I would find great examples of products incorporating British design. I LOVE British design. I found this really cool egg cup/toast holder  that I just had to have and realized this may be the appropriate time for A to teach me about eggy soldiers. So he very happily did.

The funny thing is, the yolk doesn't taste as yolky as a hard boiled egg does. It was nice, and fun. He cooked me a second one immediately after I finished my first one since I seemed to enjoy it so much. I ate them both very happily.

I'm still trying to get the knack of the timing right when I cook them myself, but it'll come along. You just boil a medium/large egg for about 5 or 6 minutes. The timing is important though. It's the only tricky bit. In fact, it's all it is anyway. Haha! Cook it a minute too short and it isn't cooked enough, and a minute too long and it may as well be hard boiled.


Nom nom nom. . .