Sometimes the most nourishing choice isn’t what’s in the cup, it’s who you share the frozen yogurt with. - Interpreted from a recent NYT Ask Well feature
Apparently frozen yogurt is back. And not just on the coasts - here in the Midwest, where custard is king and Milwaukee tends to shrug at anything that tries to beat it, I’m seeing more froyo spots filling up again.
Frozen yogurt can make me think of my grandma. TCBY used to be the go-to spot - The Country’s Best Yogurt. Once, when mentioning it, she called it TKWV or some other hilarious combo of letters. To this day, that’s what I hear in my head when I see a froyo sign.
Last week, our daughter asked if we could go get frozen yogurt. Honestly, I wasn’t feeling it. Long day, plenty to do, and a dozen “more productive” things I could have justified instead. But I said yes, because she loves it. I loaded up on a few samples, she proudly paid for her $7 bowl of treats, and somewhere between all the candy toppings, I realized how glad I was that I’d gone.
That was my little Onward moment - your kid wants frozen yogurt—go get the darn frozen yogurt. Say yes to the small, simple thing that lets you be present with someone you love.