
Everybody have their own favourite type of way to eat their eggs. On top of sunny side ups and soft boiled eggs, I love century eggs and salted eggsas well. The latter two may be a little foreign to you peeps living in the western countries, but they are really common here and absolutely delicious (though century eggs are a little scary looking). Recently. I have a craving for soft boiled eggs and proceeded to make my own for breakfast since I am really free and have yet to start work at my new place. The eggs I used are the pale colored ones as show above. Mom says that they are free range eggs and have a higher nutrition as compared to the brown commercially produced ones. The pale colored eggs have a much yellower yolk (almost to the point of orange) the brown ones and have a richer taste too. Yum. I can eat half a dozen at a go if I don’t have to worry about cholesterol! The first time round I tried cooking, they were a little unevenly cooked, probably because I did not add enough water to cover the whole egg. I am glad to say I got it just right this time. After adding a dash of light soy and a sprinkle of white pepper, who says that simplicity aren’t the best stuff?
Soft boiled eggs
2 eggs (room temperature)
Pot of water (enough to cover the eggs)
Bowl of iced water
1. Put the pot of water on low heat until barely simmering.
2. Add the eggs and set a timer. After about 3 minutes, turn off the heat and cover the pot. Let the eggs cook for another 2 minutes.
3. Transfer the eggs to the bowl of iced water so that it will stop the cooking process. Serve after cooling as desired.



I was supposed to bring my hamster Pudding (aka Fatty) to the vet this morning. Poor Pudding has some kind of growth on his legs so he is slightly uncomfortable. I am not too sure what it was, and it doesn’t seem to be going away. I made an appointment prior to going as I know there are loads of people there during the weekend. I arrived on time and was pleased to know that I was next in queue. After the dude with a cat came out, I got myself ready to go in. To my surprise, the vet called a dog in. I enquired with the nurse and she gave a flaky answer, ‘Uhuh, I did remind the vet….’. After the dog came out, the nurse told the vet that she should be seeing Pudding first. Again, she called another dog in. By then, I was quite angry. I don’t see how other walk-in customers should be able to cut the queue. Also, I can tell that the vet couldn’t quite be bothered with a small hamster. It may be small, but is it not a pet as well? Why should it be perceived as any less important than a dog or cat? In the end, I walked out and took a cab back. I am sure I can find another vet who will take Pudding more seriously.