So my girlfriend, Cheryl, and I rode our bikes up to the shopping plaza. We weren't really supposed to go that far, but who would know. About 2/3rds
of the way there we ran into Chad, the local bully. He'd start a fight with anyone who came down the street, like he "owned" the street for
something. Must have been some punk kids on that street I guess. This time, rather than speed past (my 10 speed went way faster than Chad's stupid
K-mart bike) I stopped and jumped off my bike and ran right at Chad. Cheryl got off her bike too...she was one tough girl! Dad was right, he wasn't
all that brave. Chad ran away like a little girl. But I digress.
Anyway, once at the store we went into Sherman's the general store. Sherman's had all kinds of cool stuff, but we didn't have much money, mostly just
our allowance and some lawn cutting money. Candy seemed like a pretty good option so we perused the candy aisle and decided to pool our funds on a
bunch of Zotz, some candy cigarretes, several packs of Bubble-Yum gum and some baseball cards. We still had some funds left over so we decided to hit
the little grocery store next door and see what stuff they had.
Never really got to go in the grocery store without Mom, so this was kind of a secret adventure. Wow, there was really a lot of cool stuff I'd never
seen before. Shopping there with Mom was a laser beam specific experience. Chocolate milk sounded good after the long bike ride. Back by the milk
aisle we happened upon this stuff called "yogurt". They had all different kinds of flavors, and we even had money enough to get a couple. We passed
on the chocolate milk and grabbed a blueberry and a strawberry yogurt. The nice cashier lady even had a couple plastic spoons which she gave us...for
FREE even! Man, this was turning out to be a great expedition!
Cheryl and I went outside the store and sat on the curb to try our new discovery, yogurt. I took the lid off my blueberry and got ready to dig in. I
was really hankering for some delicious blueberry something or other by then. I think we both stuck our spoons in the cup at the same time, I guess
Cheryl liked blueberry a lot too. I shoveled a big ol' spoonful of blueberry into my mouth and...YUCK!! BLEHCKK...GAK! What the heck is this
stuff??? It was awful! Tasted like milk that had been in the fridge too long! I looked over at Cheryl and the expression on her face was priceless
She looked like she'd just sucked on a un-ripe lemon.
Now, we'd both heard of people rave about how good yogurt was. In fact, Mom had even gotten a yogurt maker for Christmas the year before, but she'd
never made any. Dad seemed to think yogurt was the best thing since sliced bread, he always talked about it anyway. Man, grown ups sure do like some
weird stuff I guess, and this yogurt stuff certainly confirmed it. Cheryl and I had spent our last .25 cents on these two yogurts, and by golly we
were gonna' eat 'em! Besides, a kid's gotta' grow up sometime anyhow. So we pressed on, taking spoonful after sour danged spoonful. This stuff was
horrible, and it didn't taste like blueberry at all. It was just too much, so we decided to try Cheryl's strawberry yogurt. UGH...same danged
Cheryl and I were sitting there (on the curb) fretting about how anyone could ever be allowed to call these yogurt things 'strawberry' and 'blueberry'
when all they tasted like was sour milk. I never wasted anything, but I was just about ready to throw my blueberry in the trash. One last spoonful,
I thought to myself. I dug in deep, figuring the bigger the spoonful the sooner the awful yogurt experiment would be over! (I was sure glad Mom
never made any of this stuff after all). I hoisted the spoonful up to my mouth, eyes pinched shut. I think I might have even pinched my nose too.
I'd made up my mind, one last giant spoonful and I was tossing the rest in the trash. Boy did I get a surprise!
My last torturous bite turned out to be overwhelming blueberry spectacular-ness. WOW!! It was blueberry times 50x. Just crazy blueberry. I think
Cheryl had a strawberry epiphany about the same time I had my blueberry. Man, this was GREAT...now we're talkin'!! By the time I got to the bottom I
was wishin' I had a tongue like Fella, my dog. He'd have been able to lap every single bit out of that cup! If I could have figured out how to stick
my face inside that yogurt cup I surely would have.
"Why didn't they make the whole yogurt taste like that?" I asked Cheryl.
"Dunno, but next time we get some we can just scoop out all that yucky stuff at the top and just eat the part at the bottom!" she said.
I think about 5 years went buy before I had yogurt again. Chocolate milk seemed to be a better bang for the buck. Then one day I saw this kid Josh
pull some yogurt out of his lunch sack. Josh was a weird kid anyway, so it didn't surprise me he loved yogurt. I always sat at a different lunch
table than Josh, he was just too weird for me, but I watched him as he yammered on to someone about how good yogurt was. Josh pulled the lid off that
yogurt and stuck his spoon in all the way to the bottom. Then he stirred it all up. By golly, ol' Josh might be onto something!
I steeled myself to go over and actually talk to Josh despite the fact some weirdness might rub off on me.
"Hey Josh, where'd you learn to do that with that yogurt stuff??" I asked.
Josh looked at me with this puzzled look. "Uhhhhh, that's what you're supposed
to do with yogurt! It'd be nasty otherwise, like sour milk."
"Oh...yeah, I knew that! I was just checkin' to see if you knew." I said back...fibbing through my teeth the whole time.
I think it was my first true 'light-bulb' moment as a kid. I guess it made total sense when you actually took the time to "read" the cup. What
"Fruit at the bottom" really
meant was "You're supposed to stir it first, DUMMY!"
And so a Life Lesson was learned that day.
I love yogurt.
edit on 5/15/2017 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)