I've mastered the method, the impeccible boil of an egg, producing for my dinner a gooey golden pond, for my multigrain soldiers to dunk their toasted toes in.
I nailed the sweet potato "chips," to boot.
I am expecting a colour for my courage, having braved the bubbling broth without even an egg timer to guide the execution.
For now, I'll enjoy the just reward of dipping in.