To Frozen Yogurt
Dear Frozen Yogurt,
I know you think you’re a fad, maybe a fleeting frozen dream. However, to me, you’re more than that. You’re my savior in a way.
You see, growing up, I had a mother who was addicted… to ice cream. It’s true. Sometimes I felt like our whole day revolved around her bad habit. Every day after school, she would pick me up and I just knew. She took me to Baskin Robbins to get ice cream… every day. It was like this for a few years. Those were the “dark times.” Of course it wasn’t just one location either. We had to move around like sweet-toothed nomads. It didn’t matter. They all knew us by name.
As I got older I realized consuming such large amounts of ice cream made you… well… fat. I didn’t want that for myself. My mother was lucky enough to be able to maintain such a habit and stay ridiculously thin. I didn’t know if I would be able to follow in her footsteps. So, I painfully made the transition to frozen yogurt.
It took some getting used to. Your soft consistency was startling and I was so surprised when there was no real need for chewing. Unlike your fatty counterpart, you don’t have nuts, cherries, fudgies, or chewies to get in the way. I immediately respected your simplicity.
I also liked the fact that, if in the mood, I could choose a topping to add texture. I will say that you are limited in the amount of flavors you offer. This is a catch-22 because I don’t have as much freedom as I formerly did with ice cream, but it does eliminate the decision factor. I usually only want one or two the flavors offered, and if I want two, the store can usually accommodate by swirling two flavors side by side.
The only problem with all this is now I am addicted to you, sweet frozen yogurt, and your filling promises of a reduced fat icey treat.
January 26th, 2008 | 03:11 am | Raves
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April 2nd, 2008 at 3:11 am
I’m addicted to frozen yogurt too.