Sometimes I forget how simple things can be so good. Take eggs. I eat quite a lot of them but hadn’t eaten a soft boil egg for at least a year. I don’t really know why, probably I just didn’t think of cooking them that way. The other day, I went to the farmer’s market. Like every week, I went to the egg merchant’s stall to buy eggs. And there I saw these white little eggs I had never noticed before. It was written that they were Old Costwold Legbar eggs. I asked the merchant what they were. He just said “they are richer than usual eggs, but delicious”. And they were. We had them for our Sunday morning breakfast, soft boiled, with buttered bread soldiers and sea salt. Simple. Easy. Delightful.