My older sister taught me the other day how to make a soft boiled egg. She knows how much I like to eat eggs in the morning and because I will be away from home for almost a month she thought that will be good for me to know how to prepare my own breakfast in case I want to eat soft boiled eggs. I thought the recipe was really simple so I didn’t want to write it down in the first place. The next day my sister asked me to prepare soft boiled eggs for breakfast. As she expected I couldn’t remember the recipe so instead of making soft boiled eggs I made very hard boiled eggs. We couldn’t eat them because it felt like we were eating rubber. My sister then showed me one more time how to cook the eggs and this time I wrote the recipe down.