soft-boiled.

within the last couple of years, i've been introduced to the deliciousness of the soft-boiled egg. all my life, i've been a fried or a scrambled kind of gal, but of late, my yolks of choice are decidedly more yolkier. i mean, you can't go wrong with an egg, i love them in a salad, on a pizza or by themselves. i love 'em sunny side up, over-easy and, as you can see, soft-boiled. there's something so fragile about eating an egg avec shell. it becomes a delicacy, a project, something of an art form. also, it's yummy.