September 4, 2010
Attilio (my Italian host-dad) offered me a yogurt when I first woke up from my post-flight nap and of course I accepted. After all, a-yogurt-a-day since kindergarten has made me quite the yogurt connossieur.
Attilio (my Italian host-dad) offered me a yogurt when I first woke up from my post-flight nap and of course I accepted. After all, a-yogurt-a-day since kindergarten has made me quite the yogurt connossieur.
Shoveling spoonful after spoonful of Yo-Mo into my mouth, however, I couldn't manage to name the flavor. It was bizarre to say the least and nothing like anything I’d ever had before.
Host-dad later informed me that it was ‘wheat flavor.’ UM. WHAT?! Well that explains that.
Since then, I’ve purchased my own super fruit variation, thank you very much.
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