My younger brother loves his eggs sunny side up. Suffice to say, he's gotten his children onto that horrendous example. The runny qualities of the yolk and the leftover white makes me sick. Older brother loves his scrambled with cream and butter. Suffice to say, the middle child is always the best child. Older brother's children prefer omelettes or hard boiled eggs to the point where the shells are exploded and the yolk is rock hard like a bouncy ball.
All this egg talk makes me crave eggs and bread soldiers for breakfast tomorrow. Good times.
Now, @Zenithal, I do have a question.
I cannot count the number of men - and it is always men - who have this strange desire to let everyone know - quite emphatically - just how much they detest the appearance of runny yolks.
Now, to be honest, I haven't quite worked out this thing myself yet.
Anyway, I love them, and always have. Rich, deep, golden coloured, that splendid place between not quite liquid - a lovely gloopy texture - and certainly not solid. Brilliant with French bread. My omelettes I love runny, and sloppy, all the better to mop them up with French bread (rustic and crusty). Soft boiled eggs likewise.
And coffee and freshly squeezed fruit juice.
And, if any male is fool enough to offer opinions on eggs (hint: there is a difference between "I am not a fan of fried eggs with a soft yolk and 'Aaaaaagh. This is horrendous, and I feel sick' at my breakfast table, well, suffice to say, the response........will lack that deferential docility that some people confuse with hospitality or diplomacy.