KABOOM this was it. This was the ultimate eggsplosion. This was the mother goddamned HEN. As the beautiful golden yolk melted out over the perfectly soft white and mingled with the butter on the toast I thought: "This gonna be good." And I wasn't wrong. Back to the Kerrygold salted, and I'm glad the eggs were so perfect to complement it. These was some of the best poached eggs that have ever been eaten. I was satisfied with every mouthful. This was 'The Old Man and The Sea' of poached eggs, perfect in conception, balanced and evocative and not one word (mouthful) wasted.
Here's the butter yeah - note my nice new red butter dish:
And here you go, I'm gonna give you a bit of insider knowledge. Listenup. So, you heat the water up so it's hot and boiling rapidly. Then you reduce the heat, so it's still bubbling, but not fiercely. Then crack your eggs into the water. Don't bother with vinegar or swirling, that's for chumps. If you've got it right, your egg should float a little bit above the bottom. If its not hot and bubbly enough they will sink to the bottom of the pan, if its too hot, the white will start to get messed up from the off and it will quickly go cloudy and you're well on your way to scooping out a hard yellow yolk attached to a thin globule of white which will make you look like a nob, and people will laugh at your substandard poaching skills and you'll never get a girlfriend or boyfriend.
Here's my eggs in the pan, on their way to becoming perfect:
yyyeaaaaaaah boyeeeeee. KILLIN' IT, KILLIN EGGS, yo.