As the yolk-filled shell was lightly cracked upon the glass brim, the crack was as if a cry. The yolks life began.
The hasty yellow circle slipped and slid in the bowl, in awe of the surroundings. The yolk had eyed a tinted yellow rectangle filled with carbs, which was slapped into the bowl. A spinning metal hand was set into the bowl. The yolk and butter were combined together. There wasn't two objects in the bowl anymore, only one.
This change, was as if a baby changing into a toddler. This change was new to the yolk.
All of a sudden, sweet snowflakes, white thick powder, and chunks of chocolate kisses, rained down within the mixture.
What was happening?
A change again?
The metal hand reappeared as it revolved and mixed every new ingredient together.
Chocolate kisses, sugar, and flour had made the mixture have different characteristics and emotions, almost like a change between age, growing up, to something different.
The yolk had been just a petite young child, who flourished with characteristics. From a single yolk to dough.
Uniquely, shaped with devoted hands, set into a oven to transform into their own individual persona.
It only takes a brief moment to transform into something new.