My husband likes the occasional dish of yogurt in the evening. He had some tonight.
A short time later, after thinking about it a bit, I offered that I would have some spoiled yogurt myself.
He wrinkled his face in confusion: “Spoiled? Yogurt?”
“Yes. Green.”
(one… two…)
His face suddenly lit up. “I think I’ll have some green yogurt too!”
I grinned from the kitchen, reaching for a second small rice bowl of Mel and Kris’s–they make a big spoonful look like a generous portion, no small thing.
And scooped him out some pistachio gelato, too.