I was just sitting here getting ready to eat a nice blueberry yogurt for breakfast. As I was stirring up the yogurt I was reminded of something which
happened to me as a kid. I think every single time I eat yogurt I am reminded of this story, so I thought I'd share.
I don't remember how old I was, probably 9-10. I always loved to go to the grocery store with Mom for some reason. It was fun to see all the
different stuff they had. Every time we'd go down the dairy aisle for milk we'd pass the yogurt section. I'd see all the different flavors and would
often ask if we could get some. As usual, Mom would say no. I'd ask why and she'd say she didn't really care for it. As a result, I never had
My friend from across the street and I used to ride our bikes all over the place, and one day we decided to secretly ride to the store. Oh man, if we
got caught doing this we'd be dead for sure! But the shopping plaza where the grocery store was also had an ice cream shop, and a drug store which
sold sodas and candy. Decisions, decisions...long life, or ice cream and sodas? Ice cream and sodas won out, so off we went.
Along the way my friend and I were debating whether we wanted to spend our money on ice cream or candy and sodas from the drug store. Candy won out.
So we each bought a big ol' bag of candy and gum (we were particularly flush with cash on this rare occasion). Getting caught with the candy would
also result in the parental death penalty too, but this is another story.
Just as we were about to leave to ride back home a thought occurred to me. Seeing as how we'd both gone completely over to the dark side and become
bicycling drifter hobos, I thought to myself...'Why not try some of that yogurt stuff Mom will never buy?
' My friend heartily agreed as he was
in the same predicament, his mom wouldn't buy it either. So, off to the grocery store it was; I picked blueberry and he picked strawberry-banana (and
I must admit, that strawberry-banana sounded awful good too).
When we got outside we sat on a bench and proceeded to eat our yogurts (we stole a couple plastic spoons from the soda shop). I opened mine up and it
didn't look like blueberry, and my friend opened his up and his didn't look like strawberry-banana. Oh well, let's try it! I took one bite and it
was like...blech! This yogurt stuff really isn't very good after all, Mom was right! As a matter of fact, it tasted like spoiled milk! Yuck! Now
what? Can't throw away perfectly good food (golden rule # 5 Mom's book of capital offenses)!
I don't remember now how exactly we discovered there was sweet stuff at the bottom of the yogurt that day, but we did manage to figure it out. Okay,
so the trick with this yogurt stuff was to scoop off all the yucky white stuff and throw it in the trash, and then eat the yummy fruit stuff at the
bottom. Now, from an economics perspective this created a kind of paradox. The yogurt seemed like a good deal if you got a whole tub of the stuff,
but if you could only eat a few spoonfuls of the stuff at the bottom, well, it wasn't such a good deal anymore. Hmmmm...not sure how to feel about
this yogurt stuff.
Now, you all can call me a hopeless dork for what I'm about to say, but I can't lie; I went through the rest of grade school, junior high and even
high school thinking this was how yogurt worked (i.e. that you either endured the nasty stuff to get to the good stuff, OR you just cut to the chase
and chucked the nasty stuff and went straight for the good stuff)! Yogurt was just not an economically viable substance in my sheltered mind.
Consequently, yours truly, the dumb cowboy never really actively sought out yogurt after my experience with my friend outside the grocery store.
Many years later I was sitting out on the quad outside the student union in college. A much more cultured student, clearly wiser in the ways of the
world than I, came out of the campus cafeteria with a yogurt. They sat down nearby and started to eat their yogurt. I watched intently...this was
either gonna' be really interesting, or really funny, one or the other. I looked forward to seeing their facial expressions, the grimaces and the
struggle to get to the good part. They opened the yogurt and then to my utter amazement they did something which had never even once occurred to me;
they began stirring it up before they ate it! Well, Holy Balls...that's one heck of a good idea!!! Why didn't I think of that?????
So I promptly got up and marched right into that cafeteria and got me one of those yogurt things. I came back outside, all sophisticated like (might
have even raised my pinky a little to show off my 'sofistakashun' a bit) and went about the process of eating it. I'll be danged if that yogurt stuff
wasn't pretty darn good...when ya' actually mixed it up!
Now, every time I get 'Fruit at the Bottom' yogurt, as I'm stirring it up, I remember my...Yogurt surprise.
edit on 6/23/2019 by Flyingclaydisk because: Spelling and some grammar