Yogurt, My Drug of Choice

There are lots of things I like in this world. James Dean, swatch watches, old movies, notebooks, and ink pens, just to name a few. But there is one thing that dwarfs them all. Yes, even James Dean. Okay, maybe that one's debatable. Nevertheless, if one were to set an Alia trap, the best bait to use would be... yoğurt. Yes, yoğurt, not yogurt. And I don't mean that liquidy stuff that they sell in American supermarkets. I mean yoğurt, like the one Pinar or Isik sells. Turkish "yogurt," to be exact.

I don't know what they put in it. Whether it's the floral bacteria stuff or cocaine, I don't care. I'm addicted and I'm not ever going to rehab.

Why, you may ask, is yoğurt so different than yogurt? Well, first off, the incredibly creamy taste (and consequentially, high fat content) might have something to do with it. Every yoğurt comes with a thick layer of cream on top. If one proportionally distributes cream and non creamy parts into a serving, then a perfect bowl of yoğurt can be served. This bowl, tastefully sprinkled with fruit such as grapes, apples, or peaches (my favorite,) is the key to heaven.

The first bowl I tend to scarf down. On the second or even third bowl, I slow down considerably, in order for my taste buds to fully appreciate the creamy tartness coupled with the sweet fruit.

This drug, unlike most, is readily supplied by my parents. As a family, I'd say we go through about a container every 2 days or so. I eat it constantly; it's my breakfast, my after school snack, my midnight snack, and sometimes even my dinner sometimes. In fact, I'm eating a bowl as I type, and the only thing that's stopping me from getting another bowl is the fact I should be finishing this entry.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is...

It's my love, my drug, my lifeline, my everything.

At this point, I'm seriously contemplating how to ship large quantities of this stuff.