Does Not Like Yogurt Drops

My attempt to make something elaborately and ceremoniously tasty with things I had on hand ended with yogurt and honey and chopped pistachios. I’m in the middle of a yogurt fixation. But really, what I want to do more than anything is get chauffered to some distant and magical pasty shop, like maybe this one, in North Vancouver, so I can buy some expensive tiny pastry succubus that will bankrupt me entirely, and yet wrap me all up in its sweet-scented buttery thrall.