- Deeply sorrowful and repentant for a wrong
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I love yogurt. Creamy. Tangy. Smooth. It's a constant companion in the form of a small, nourishing, dairy-laden snack. The curious thing about yogurt is that no matter where I've been, it remains a simple, tasty treat that simultaneously reminds me of home and gives me a sense of where I am.
China? Yak-milk yogurt – heavy-bodied, silky, sweet!
Home? Light and Fit – fruity, smooth, 80 calories!
Ireland. Er, yes, Ireland. That does throw a wrench in my theory. Irish yogurt proved to be a cross between sour cream and cream cheese. Thick, rich, and sour with a distinctive aftertaste that can only be described as cloying. The only saving grace of this breakfast item was that it came with granola to mix in. Of course, the so-called fruit syrup at the bottom of the cup almost made the granola's pretense null and void.
If that yogurt could speak, I have no doubt it would have been quite contrite.
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| Irish yogurt. An unappreciated breakfast item. |
China? Yak-milk yogurt – heavy-bodied, silky, sweet!
Home? Light and Fit – fruity, smooth, 80 calories!
Ireland. Er, yes, Ireland. That does throw a wrench in my theory. Irish yogurt proved to be a cross between sour cream and cream cheese. Thick, rich, and sour with a distinctive aftertaste that can only be described as cloying. The only saving grace of this breakfast item was that it came with granola to mix in. Of course, the so-called fruit syrup at the bottom of the cup almost made the granola's pretense null and void.
If that yogurt could speak, I have no doubt it would have been quite contrite.
