I'm making a welcome home lunch for my sister - back from her round the world trip - making fresh mayonnaise. I'm just about to add a dollop of French mustard and half a squeezed lemon to the whole egg and sunflower oil - when I notice that while my back is turned, looking for a whisk, they have created a glorious dance - a performance piece - liquid modern art in the measuring jug on my kitchen counter.
A life that didn't grow from the egg .....gave life to this brief beauty....which I share with you.
The mayonnaise tastes pretty good too.
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