While the egg yolks cooled, he directed the beaters at the egg whites, setting the mixer on high speed that sent small bubbles giggling to the side of the bowl, where a few became many until they were a white froth rising up and then lying down again in patters and ridges, leaving an intricate design like the ribs of a leaf in the wake of the beaters Erica Bauermeister
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While the egg yolks cooled, he directed the beaters at the egg whites, setting the mixer on high speed that sent small bubbles giggling to the side of the bowl, where a few became many until they were a white froth rising up and then lying down again in patters and ridges, leaving an intricate design like the ribs of a leaf in the wake of the beaters. The power of this metaphor is in its simplicity. It introduces an unknown character (eggs) introduced in an unexpected place (the bowl of beaten egg whites). The action (the beating) is set in motion by this character (the beaters), where it takes on a life of its own. It then describes how the action eventually dies down again (the froth settles into ridges).

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