My first foray into the world of yogurt making was at the age of about of 4, when I thought it would be a good idea to hide a glass of milk behind some books on a bookshelf. I do not know what possessed me to do this, and as much as I would like to think I was conducting a science experiment, I probably thought it would be funny to see how long it would take my parents to find it (or perhaps I had some other weird motive that only a 4-year old would come up with.) I’m sure my parents were very proud of their daughter’s yogurt making abilities when they found a glass of semi-solidified goop, days later.
I get frozen yogurt cravings all the time. Sometimes, the particularly serious cravings will even prompt me to sing my frozen yogurt theme song. The song is only about 5 words repeated over and over, but I think it gets my point across (any guesses what the lyrics are?) While I absolutely 100% love the true frozen yogurt that actually tastes like yogurt, I’m not a fan of the variety that tries to taste like ice cream. If I want ice cream, an imitation where that yogurty taste has been masked with loads of different flavours just isn’t going to cut it. Good frozen yogurt, on the other hand, is the perfect blend of sweet and tangy that leaves you desperate for more once you realize your cup is empty. That last spoonful is always a sad moment for me.