How to Soft Boil an Egg


A perfect soft-boiled egg is the ultimate in jammy goodness. It’s the kind of guilt-free, savory indulgence you’re going to want to smother all over every breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

So, if you want to skip the sappy, personal stuff and just get to the how of ‘how to soft boil an egg,’ I feel you. It only takes six and a half minutes. Just click here.

Discover how to soft boil an egg for the jammiest egg yolk ever!

However, if you want to join me for a quick, ‘what I love about life’, read on…

The origins of this post started on Facebook last week. A good friend of mine, Melanie, shared a beautiful picture of a coffee cup spilling. The caption started out:

You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

Why did you spill the coffee?

“Well because someone bumped into me, of course!”

Wrong answer.

You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.

How amazing is that, “There was coffee in your cup”!

Four years ago, the literal coffee in my cup spilled on my laptop. All of it. A full cup. Right onto my keyboard. Needless to say, I had a bad couple of days.

Four years wiser, the memory still makes me contemplate the merits of adult sippy cups.

And yet, hot damn! I had coffee in my cup. I have coffee in my cup.  (Typically 12 cups of it throughout the day.) And I have love. I have lots of dog hair. I have a husband who remembers which of my clothes need to be hung and which can go in the dryer. (Seriously! Isn’t that amazing?)

And because I’m feeling all mushy at the moment, I thought I’d share some of the other things filling my cup right now:

Dressed up hugs, so named because Garrett’s in his work clothes. These are our morning hugs, the kind that sometimes comes in quick spurts or long, leisurely moments. He smells like toothpaste and coffee. His hands are warm. And he normally rests his head on the top of mine so his beard scratches me just a bit.

#ZeusWalks, also known as adventures with the Terrorist. I like how when we’re on a trail, he’ll run out in front of me and then come back to check I’m still there. I adore/hate the way he sits on me when we take a break.

Driving calls, a practice that’s been perfected by my brother. Driving calls are the calls you make while driving (duh). They’re the five, 10 or sometimes 30 minutes of free time when you’re in the car and can catch up with friends and family. I learn the best tidbits about loved ones during these calls.

Haircuts, also known as Valerie-Mommy dates. Because when your hair dresser’s a rock star of a good friend and your mom’s fabulous about trying new restaurants, getting your haircut is the best!

Reading sessions. This is a new practice I implemented this year and I’m loving it! Rather than just ‘trying’ to find time to read, I have started setting a timer for 20 minutes everyday most days and reading until it goes off!

The mist. It hangs around our house. We’re tucked at the base of the mountains and it feels like this soft blanket that settles around the trees and skims the grass in the morning.

Filson flannels. And flannels in general. I get an irrational amount of joy out of wearing them.

Soft boiled eggs, the jammiest of egg yolk goodness.

Soft Boiled Egg on top of Cauliflower-Brussel Sprout Rice with Avocado and Goose

(Side Note – Since learning to soft boil eggs, I have been putting them on EVERYTHING! Including the  Cauliflower-Brussel Sprout Rice with Avocado and Goose seen above.)

For the past several years I have tried on and off to soft boil an egg. It hasn’t gone very well.

This is, it hadn’t until about two weeks ago when I decided come hell or 12 dozen ruined eggs, I was going to learn how to soft boil an egg.

Mostly the desire came from a driving call with Casey. Somewhere between the Mariners latest trade and the absurdity of most drivers, we discussed the jammy goodness of a soft-boiled egg. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

Which had me turning to cookbooks and YouTube tutorials. I read blog posts and magazine articles. And if I’m being fair, all the advice is pretty darn similar. But there was something about Bon Appétit’s article How to Make the Jammiest Ramen Egg Ever which just hit home.

Life will never be the same.

What’s filling up your cup right now?

How to Soft Boil an Egg

As learned from Bon Appétit

Bon Appétit says you should only do 8 eggs at a time. I soft boiled 10 the other day and it was just fine.

Saucepan
Time
Eggs, refrigerator cold
Ice water

Bring a large saucepan of water to a medium a boil.

Set your timer for 6 minutes and 30 seconds. Remove eggs from fridge. Using a spoon, carefully lower eggs into boiling water. Start timer immediately, maintaining a gentle boil.

When the timer goes off, immediately transfer eggs to an ice water bath. Allow to cool in ice water for 2 minutes.

Remove from ice water. Gently crack eggs all over. Start peeling from the largest end where the air pocket is. Peel completely. Rinse with cold water. Return to an ice bath and repeat with remaining eggs.

 






About Mikaela Cowles

I’m a food-gobbling, book-reading, aspiring photog. Born and raised in Seattle, I love dancing in the rain, bouquets of fresh basil and green grass between my toes. I like how kneading butter into flour makes my fingers soft. I’m passionate about all things sweet potato. I prefer my coffee black, my scotch on the rocks and my steak bloody. I hunt, when I have time; play basketball; and hike. I’ve been known to laugh so hard I hyperventilate. And, I’m the owner of Making Language Count, a boutique freelance writing business.

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