Little white cups with foil adhered on top. They lined the top shelf in the fridge. Mama would eat one here and there. She wasn’t one to share her food, yet she never tried hiding the yogurt. And when I asked if I could have one, I found out why. YUCK! I never really understood the appeal of yogurt.
And then Greek Yogurt entered the market (or I became more cognizant of its existance?).
I can’t get enough of this stuff.
I feel so grown up sometimes.