A little white teacup covered in cling film is a permanent resident in our fridge. On closer inspection it will be found to contain three bright yellow egg yolks nestling together.The cup of egg yolks is a clear indicator of the household’s sugar intake as they are the leftovers from meringue making. Wasting not, yet still wanting is the problem. Nigella has a very good recipe for an egg yolk sponge cake, which I have often made and which, by its very nature, only serves to increase our sugar intake. Most recipes for left over egg yolks involve sugar in their metamorphosis into something good to eat and I don’t want to eat that much sugar….and I find it nearly impossible to throw away food. I have always found the concept of the egg white omelette to be anathema as it reminds me of narcissistic Hollywood actresses, which term I use as a generic rather than a definitive as such stupidity is not limited by geography, who weigh food before it is put on their plate yet I have never really considered making an omelette with the yolks alone. Maybe I thought it would all be just a bit too yellow: but what more could one ask of an egg, colourwise, than to be as yellow as possible. As I could think of no other good reason for this reticence , and not wanting to be adjudged colour prejudiced, the three yolks summarily joined some caramelised onions and crisp cubes of fried potato that had been waiting patiently for a unifying agent in my pan. This is a filling and satisfying lunch that got me through yet another afternoon of mixing cement. I’m starting to understand why there is a national shortage of housing….it must be so fucking boring building them.