Pastries at train station
Cookies to prevent crying on train
Pizza because it was quick
More cookies because nothing else in purse
Juice because nice lady at the hotel offered
So you can imagine my delight when the only restaurant that delivered takeout to our hilltop hotel had "yogurette" on the menu. I hastily ordered it, figuring some yogurt and pasta, though not the healthiest of meals, was the best I could do in a foreign country with overtired, hungry, malnourished kids. And besides, it was one of the only words among the three pages of German that I was sure I understood.
The bag arrives with pasta and candy bars. The above candy bars. Candy bars my children immediately spotted and whined for.
Yogurette is not yogurt. At all.
This blonde moment is on me, folks.