0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false I love eggs. C’mon, if you read my blog even sporadically, you already know that! As I’ve said many times before, I take them anyway they’re handed to me- fried, poached, scrambled...you name it. Yet, boiling them to a dense, pale yellow center is without question, my least preferred way to “take them.” Growing up, I often requested my mom prepare me a perfectly timed soft-boiled egg. If my soft-boiled egg was one minute overcooked, I threw a fit. Yeah, I was that girl. At age 8, I was awfully particular about eggs. Go figure.