Steamed eggs for breakfast!

I blame binge-drinking. Not me, I hasten to add, but other people. Because at around five o'clock this morning a drunk couple zig-zagged up my street laughing hysterically and I woke up. I couldn't get back to sleep. So I read the Vitasteam manual and found out that I could steam eggs. I also read the bit about using heat-proof containers. You should never act on thoughts that come to you at five in the morning. Three hours later and I have refilled the water container, put two eggs in two Alessi egg-cups and set it to 3 minutes for soft-boiled. Easy. The roary-steamy bit happened, the odd puff of steam shot out and the machine beeped to say,'ready'. The children are excited, looking on as I open the door. A sorry site greets me. The cheery faces of my egg cups have altered, as if they have suffered some kind of stroke, one side of their face appears to have slipped slightly. They have dropped their precious cargo of eggs, unbroken and lie prone on the tray base. The asparagus spears are perfectly steamed.
The children are crestfallen but hungry so once I transfer their steamed eggs to a new cup they are happy again.

We've had to bin the egg cups as they can no longer hold an egg, but that's my fault. I thought they were heat proof, having sterilised similar containers before. "This is the perfect egg," says Freddie to console me. "Really, really soft and delicious." He dips the asparagus into the egg, one of the first vegetables that he learnt to love with the Great Big Veg Challenge. And day two of my steam-cooking crash course I put it all down to experience.