I gave Manny his first toast soldier today. I know it was naughty and a little bit early but what could I do? It was either the toast or my soft boiled egg. He looooved it! He sorta chomped a little but doesn't know how to chew really, so mainly he just licked the Marg off :-)
Just as a totally random aside, is there anything tastier for brekki than a soft boiled egg? There's something delightful about a warm, runny yolk, lashings of butter on hot toast and a rich milo. I think the best part about a soft boiled egg is that it has to be cooked perfectly. Too long and it's nothing but a tragic ball of overcookedness. Too short and it's just gross. Then it has to be eaten piping hot to be any good. So maybe it's the rarity of all the stars alighning that makes soft boiled eggs so wonderful. Quite possibly so.
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