The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
And fortunately for me, considering I wasn't feeling all that well, the cake (I use this term loosely; the dessert is really more of a fluffy custard, spongy and wonderful: a yogurty equivalent of cheesecake) was easy to assemble. The most difficult things--if we can even call them difficult--were scraping the vanilla seeds out of the pods, whisking the egg whites until soft peaks formed and then folding them into the yogurt mixture. Truly, this cake is so simple to make and so rewarding that it's is now going to become my "random sweet tooth craving" solution. Let's just say that I've always had a soft spot for lemony custard.