All my life I have heard about "3 Minute Eggs". I am a lover of soft boiled eggs. Egg cups, Eire Shires (egg scissors) and small spoons are just added fun. But the fact is I have never been able to perfect the process.
Boiled the water, dropped in the eggs, watched them break, never quite right. Three Minutes did not seem to work, 5 was too much. I just settled. No big deal. Just looked for the right kind of runny but could easily eat hard eggs.
Then, it occurred to me maybe what they meant was 3 minutes of boiling if you started them in cold water. Ever the curious scientist, I did just that.... 3 eggs, cold water, and 3 minutes of boiling. What could be easier?
And it works.
Moral of the story:
1. You are never too old to try something a different way.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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