the recipe called for yolks.
thin skins cracked on metal. oozing yellows surrounded by translucent sticky, she let the liquid slide from shell to shell. convincing that which was inseperable to slowly come apart. the finest jagged edge slicing through the membrane, sliding slowly into the awaiting glass.
the richest part was blended into awaiting sugars and butters and creams.
that which remained was stored for whipping into soft white shimmering peaks.
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