This morning I woke up knowing I had to take my migraine medication fast. When I opened the packet and saw that it was empty, panic tried to squeeze in. Like a drug addict hoping to find her stash, I pulled the medicine box off the shelf and looked through it, I thought I had another packet... somewhere! Just when I was about to close the box, the aspirin bottle fell, opened and poured out white discs a go-go. Picking them up I noticed one orange colored one. I looked up saying, "There is a God, spilling a bottle, and planting misplaced migraine medication, just for me." Hallelujah.
I am fine thanks to those little orange pills. Off to the pharmacy to refill my prescription.
For those of you who have never tried the French Classic Yogurt Cake here it is again:
My niece Juliette was fourteen when she shared one of the most treasured French secret cake recipe with me. She told me that she was going to teach me a classic French cake recipe. She asked me if I had some yogurt. Looking at her oddly I asked if we were making a French classic cake or had I misunderstood. Misunderstanding for me in those days was as common as breathing.
If you would like one of those little empty yogurt jars let me know.