There’s yogurt and lemons in the fridge, it’s near midnight and I cannot fall asleep. Instead I wander food blogs like a nomad, doting over pretty pictures of summer fruits and decadent cakes topped with billows of soft whipped cream. I pause here for a moment, such a happy, simple cake. One I could have a slice from right before going to sleep, and another slice when I wake up.
So I baked this yogurt cake in quiet of the rainy Manoa night, omitting the rum and grating in the zest of a single lemon. A tender light, lemony slice with a hot cup of tea put a smile on my face and I went to sleep quite content.