I love yogurt. No, I mean I REALLY love yogurt. But not just any yogurt. Greek yogurt. I’m what you call, “A Greek Yogurt Connoisseur”, which is French for, “A Greek Yogurt Connoisseur”.
My only problem with yogurt… well, not really a problem, per se, more like an observation, is that I love yogurts with a lot of sugar. I love Strawberry Chobani, Blueberry Chobani, Pineapple Chobani, and Peach Chobani. Trust me on this, the Pineapple is to die for. See what I mean though? Sweet, fruity yogurts, where they create this sort of “sugar, sweet, fruit blend” (uh oh, there’s that word again) at the bottom of the cup and you stir up the teaspoon of sugar in the bottom to get your fruit fix (not to mention I always add about a quarter cup of berries to mine). I’ve gravitated to the Vanilla flavored, but don’t like that they use added Fructose as a sweetener. Bad, very bad. Added Fructose goes straight to the liver for metabolism contributing to fatty liver disease, as well as not being regulated by insulin. Very very bad.
So I was left with Plain Yogurt as an option if I wanted to eat a healthier serving of yogurt. I don’t know about you, but that stuff is pretty bland. Not only is it bland, but eating Plain Greek Yogurt (straining the whey, creating a much creamier, heavier yogurt) is like eating a dollop of sour cream.
So naturally, I started tossing in handfuls of berries. Blueberries, raspberries, cut up strawberries, blackberries… heck, even peaches (the peaches were actually really good). But the problem was, you’d still be eating a spoonful of tang, biting into the occasional berry. I just couldn’t get into it.
Then I had a though. Why not just create my own “fruit blend”, right? Sometimes the solution can be so easy, you kick yourself for not thinking of it sooner.
So I take about a quarter to a half cup of mixed berries. Smash the shit out of them and spoon them into a cup of 80 calorie Dannon Plain Greek Yogurt? The result? A cup of yogurt so good it’ll make you wanna smack your mamma.
Try it next time.
The berry smooshing, I mean, not smacking your mamma.