This is a highly domesticated post. Bear with me. Or skip it if you prefer.
I’m going through some phase with eggs. There used to be a point when I couldn’t stand them.
Now they’re the highlight of my weekend. The ex was jetting about on a British Passport, to Milan dahling, while I was at home making eggs.
I’ve only now realised there’s no need to chuck the ruined eggs (if the water boils over the cups). It doesn’t matter if they get submerged in water. Idiot I am.)
Russell Moore, that genius man, introduced me to the cling-film method which I haven’t tried yet but this video makes it look easy enough.