Baked dream language

Last night in my dream Woody Allen told me how to say "pastry case" in Yiddish. I can't remember it now because all I see is my dream self, hunched over a notebook, accidently writing "cave" instead of case. Pastry cave. So fragile, yet so enticing.
Finland won Eurovision, on their day of rockening. The UK came 19th out of 24, but Daz and his schoolgirls did their best. Even Croatia beat us, what with their enlightening lyrics involving small chickens, red beets and putting on small socks because the grass was low, having been crushed by high heels.