I'm a yogurt man.
I eat yogurt every morning for breakfast. Yogurt, a glass of 2% milk, a glass of OJ, and a small tray of vitamins.
I like my yogurt. I like my yogurt because I understand my yogurt. Hmm. What's in strawberry yogurt? Oh yeah, that's right: strawberries and yogurt.
It's real easy-like. Easy on the mind in that hazy region of existence known as morning.
What's with yogurt-makers coming up with these new-fangled flavors like Key Lime Pie and Mocha Latte?
I go to the store and buy strawberry yogurt and when I get home and peel back the foil-top, what's inside? Strawberries.
I go to the store and but Key Lime Pie yogurt and when I get home and peel back the foil-top, what's inside? Not a pie. No pie in sight. Don't even know how they'd expect anyone to believe they could have even fit a pie into one of those little containers.
Makes me mad.
And so I've decided to stay away from the nouveau-yogurts. From here on out, it's nothing but strawberry, peach, and raspberry. I don't like blueberry. The blueberries always get hard and it feels like you're eating scabs.
Though maybe that's better than the sheer disappointment manifested through the reality-punch you get straight to the gut when you open that foil and there's no pie in there.