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I’m a convert.

I’ve always been a picky eater.

Growing up, my parents learned creative ways to deal with my pickiness. They didn’t implement the “eat what we put in front of you or don’t eat anything at all” rule, but rather the “eat what we put in front of you or eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” rule. And of course, I loved (and love) peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Today I tend to chose cold meat and cheese over pb and j, but then I could eat a pb and j every night of the week if that was what it came to.

My pickiness has usually been a matter of texture, like when I threw up mashed potatoes all over my mother when I was a toddler. But one thing that is definitely a taste issue is my loathing of yogurt. The yogurt “kick” that most people love has seriously turned me off from the healthy stuff, and I have only recently attempted to force myself to eat it. Last fall, when I was commuting 70 miles to go to school and packing my lunch most every day, I would put plain yogurt, splenda, and frozen fruit in a plastic container and eat it for lunch. Somehow the frozen fruit managed to cover up the yogurt taste I loathed. But when my boyfriend tried to introduce me to Greek yogurt, even though I knew the health benefits I couldn’t get over how disgusting it looked.

This week, I discovered that Greek yogurt is just regular yogurt in a more concentrated form. And I somehow decided to taste honey and vanilla yogurt that David was eating one day. And I actually kind of liked it. But still scared, I didn’t break open a cup of my own until this afternoon. I opened that cup and I tossed in some of my favorite granola (gluten free vanilla flavor by Udi’s) and I ate that sucker.

And it was good. I couldn’t even taste the yogurt kick I hate so much.


I hear your taste buds change every seven years. Maybe I’ve liked yogurt since I was 21, and I just didn’t know it yet.

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