It's All Greek To Me

I’m in love. Madly, deeply, obsessively, utterly in love… and it’s not with my husband. Oh, he knows I’ve got a “thing” going on; I haven’t been able to hide it very well. He just thinks it’s a phase; that it’s just a little infatuation and it’ll probably blow over in no time. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want it morning, noon and night… and then some in between as well. As a matter of fact, I had some this morning and am already thinking I need more; it’s never enough. No, I’m not talking about some hot, young stud… I’m talking about Greek yogurt. Fage 0% to be exact. With a drizzle of honey. I eat it every morning for breakfast and actually have felt something akin to panic when I run out. It’s not always easy to find in my area and I feel it’s a bit on the pricey side, but I can’t help myself. I think my local grocery market knows about this “problem” I have and takes it upon themselves to ration me… seriously. The last several times I’ve gone to buy it there are only two cartons of it sitting on the shelf. Two… each time. Like they’re dispensing it at a reasonable rate for my own good or something. You wouldn’t believe how fast I put those bad boys in my cart. This week there was a woman standing right in front of that shelf eye-balling the display. In my head I’m chanting “not the Fage, not the Fage!!!”. I may have added a couple not-so-nice words in there to and I feel a little bad about that. Luckily she reached for the soy yogurt that is right above it. I’m not sure what would have happened if she’s taken those last two containers of my yogurt. My heart was racing and I can honestly say that I would have had to control myself with every fiber of my being not to forcibly take that yogurt form her. Let’s hope I never have to find out.

Now I know that Greek yogurt isn’t for everybody. I’ve made several people try it and have heard things ranging from “it tastes like baby puke” to “Oh my God, I’d rather starve than eat that shit”. I’ll have to admit, I didn’t fall head-over-heels the first time I tried it either. As a matter of fact, it made me a bit queasy. I tried the Fage Total which is the full fat version and it came with its own honey. I’m not sure why, but even after having a less-than-stellar initial experience with it, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I decided to try the 2% because they didn’t carry the 0% yet at my store. I used my own honey this time and added a few pistachios on top. That’s when the scorching hot romance began, and it hasn’t cooled since. Fortunately, it’s exceptionally good for you. The Fage 0% has only 120 calories, 0 fat (2 pts) and 20g of protein per cup! 20 grams of protein! Those are amazing stats. And a cup of this stuff is a lot people… very filling. I drizzle 1 tb. of honey (1 pt) on top and it’s like Heaven’s doors opening for my taste buds. I’ve actually caught myself moaning while I’m eating this stuff. I kid you not. It’s the best 3 points I’ve ever consumed; and that’s saying a lot. I’ve since met several die-hard Greek yogurt fans and I’m relieved to say that I’m not the only one with such fanatical love for this stuff. There truly should be some type of support group for Greek yogurt addicts. GYA (Greek Yogurt Anonymous)… “Hi, my name is Nik and I’m addicted to Greek yogurt”. I can say I’ve never had such an unhealthy fixation on such a healthy food… well, except for those few mind-blowing months with the Spicy California rolls but that’s a story for another time.

(I'd give this way more than 5 stars but, to keep things consistent for future reviews, I'll stick to the 1-5 star scale. It's so worth 8 though... at least.)