The healthy eater charges through the kitchen, dropping detritus. A fine spray of protein powder, half-drowned cubes of tofu, the scorched remains of lentils. Also egg yolks, forbidden on her healthy lips.
You admire the healthy eater, her devotion to protein powder, tofu and lentils. You admire her daily workouts, her fierce determination, her curious green concoctions. You do not admire detritus. And while you point, tight-lipped, to the sponge and mop, you cannot urge her to toss the yolks. Waste not.
And so you melt together chocolate and sugar and cream and whisk in the golden globes. You strain the custard into small glasses and line the fridge with these gleaming beauties. You've done right by the remaindered eggs. And righted some cosmic imbalance.
