How I am loving soft boiled eggs and their trusty English "soldiers" for dunking. A perfectly done egg is such victory! So velvety and scrumptious.
In my ever-so-brief European summer in college, we ate soft-boiled eggs most every morning. A little bit of skill to develop so one can crack and then scoop without bits of shell to munch on, but a rather pleasant routine to attend to.
I have found, however, our very round American spoons are not always accommodating. Must keep a thrift-store eye out for the pointy "egg spoons" that make eating these treats so much easier!