Liam: How do you know each other? vermox tablets One of my fondest childhood memories is the smell of apple tart coming from my aunt Suzanne's oven. She was a master of baking. We visited her smallholding, near my hometown of Lure in Franche-Comté, to help cut the hay in the field by hand at weekends. I didn't fancy that too much because the smells from the kitchen were just superb. I vividly remember her sponge cake, made with eggs from her chickens. The yolks were so absolutely orange that when she cut the cake it was orange too.