After lunch the other day I was frantic for some kind of dessert that wasn’t completely going to derail my nutritional eating habits (Apparently, there’s no such thing as a healthy cookie.) For some reason I thought I might like a little frozen yogurt, which is strange since I haven’t had the stuff in ages. But, there it was–in my brain–and I was now on a mission to track it down.
Back in the day of cassette tapes, a little thing came along known as The Country’s Best Yogurt–otherwise known as TCBY. It was kind of a miracle in that it tasted like ice cream, but was made with YOGURT! Something sweet and healthy for those of us who enjoyed our aerobics and jumping on tiny trampolines. In fact, it was the afterschool hangout for my girlfriends and me, as we made a point to drop by every afternoon between soccer practice and hitting up the tanning bed. So what if the toppings were high in fat and calories? So what if the yogurt was made with more sugar than what goes into actual ice cream? We were lost little kittens, blindly following the hype. It was an innocent time, a time without Google or Wikipedia providing much needed tech.
Flash forward several years…a decade or two, whatever.
I keep hearing about the newest frozen dessert sensation (from our friends at Busken) called Yagööt. I read a glowing review on Urban Spoon; a trusted friend raved about it on Twitter; the Yagööt store itself sits next to one of my favorite clothing shops. Really, I don’t know what I was waiting for. I suppose I’m just like many other Cincinnatians–so gaga over Graeter’s and Aglamesis and United Dairy Farmers that, well, frozen yogurt didn’t ever make it onto my radar. But things have changed.
Don’t get me wrong: I love the sundaes and milkshakes and pretzel cones at those other places, but I also love being able to button my pants. I like looking downward and being able to see all the way to my toes. Besides, most times I end up leaving an ice cream place feeling all sticky and plagued with guilt. I have already given up meat and started back at yoga because I am slowly realizing that these things don’t just take care of themselves. I no longer have my old high school metabolism to combat bad eating and a slowed-down lifestyle. I’m old, people. I gotta work at maintaining this awesome physique.
So, finally I was ready to give this little frozen yogurt shop a try. I walked in to Yagööt–which is adorable with fresh flowers and girly pastel colors–and immediately introduced myself as a first timer. To which, I was promptly presented with a sample of the “plain”. This stuff was super creamy and just rich enough to feel like a real dessert. The flavor was tart and tangy with the perfect amount of sweet. Unlike old-school TCBY offerings, this frozen yogurt actually tastes like yogurt. I ended up ordering the mango flavor topped with beautiful, fresh raspberries. Next time I have my eye on strawberry flavor with fresh sliced bananas, and I aim to make
I’m happy to report that my treat was somewhere around 120 calories and 1 gram of fat. Instead of feeling icky upon leaving, I sort of skipped away–happy and delighted to have found a way to inexpensively recapture my youth (minus the tanning bed).