There is nothing I look forward to more than a soft-boiled egg served with soldiers. I suppose it has childhood breakfast connotations: dipping the perfect finger of hot-buttered toast into the golden abyss that is yolk. Perhaps a slightly too poetic description of a pretty simple breakfast, but I can't think of a better way to start the day - or end it for that matter.
I hadn't mastered the soft-boiled egg and found myself having to phone a friend before attempting the quite novice task. Every friend seemed to have a contrasting technique - not all with the desired result. So I decided to experiment - I must admit that this experimentation was fueled by the need to procrastinate - of course it is crucial to perfect one's favourite breakfast before it is even remotely possible to write an honours dissertation.
I tried all possible variations: chilled eggs vs. room temperature; dropping eggs into boiling water vs. putting them in cold water. This is my verdict. Make a tiny hole in the eggshell - this prevents the shell from cracking. Drop the egg - room temperature - into a small pot of rapidly boiling water and boil for five minutes. Serve with toast that has been smothered in too much butter. Pure Bliss.
