It's been ages since I had a boiled egg for my breakfast.
It's the waiting that's the problem. Breakfast time is usually pretty rushed between about 7 am and 7.15 am, when I grab some essential sustenance in between blogging and other laptop activities, and the thought of hanging around for 5 minutes whilst an egg boils to perfection is just too long.
Yesterday morning all that was put aside, and I woke with a huge desire for boiled eggs; nothing would stop me.
I've spoken before about the timing of a boiled egg. Delia Smith instructs us to sing three verses of Onward Christian Soldiers, but frankly it would upset the dog.
No, I just follow Woodrow Wyatt's recommendation of four and a quarter minutes precisely. It seems to do the job well. and I shall continue with his method.
When something works, don't change it, and the eggs were delicious.