I have eaten yogurt for as long as I can remember - all kinds of yogurt. When I was little, I would scrap the bottom of the plastic containers to ensure that every bit of the Dutch Apple did not go to waste. My mother's favorite yogurt was Coffee. It was a simple, rich flavor that had the deep undertones of coffee and the tartness of the yogurt that one comes to expect. For an extra special treat, we would all walk down to Thayer Street in Providence and go to a little restaurant called Penguins, which served up the most amazing frozen yogurt I have ever had. If you have tried Pinkberry, that would be the closest think to what Penguins served - but Penguins really served the real thing. This was real, unadulterated frozen yogurt. Topping included honey, shredded coconut, and granola. None of this Captain Crunch stuff.
There are many different kinds of yogurt out there, and I find that it always tastes better someplace else. Let me explain. When I travel, which I do quite often, yogurt is a very recognizable food that is found in almost every culture. It is different from what we have in the United States, and I often find it better. In the markets in London, entire rows in the Dairy Section have yogurt varieties. The same is true in France. The options are truly endless. I also found this to be the case in Canada. (Visiting grocery stores in foreign countries is one of my favorite things to do - I think that you can learn more about a place by its food and what is found in the local markets than the local museums...)
Several years ago, my aunt invited me to southern Italy, where we drank prosecco, sipped limoncello, and licked gelato. She planned an amazing trip, and part of her planning included a visit to an organic buffalo farm. The farm was in Paestum, which is known for its Greek Temples. However, since 1988 Tenuta Vannulo has been producing mozzarella and it is Italy's only organic buffalo farm. This is not your typical farm... it happened to be the cleanest farm I ever stepped foot on. There was no "farm" smell. The grounds, in typical Italian style, were stunning, pristine, and inviting. Even more inviting were the flavors of the mozzarella, which we were able to taste the second it was made, the gelato, and the yogurt - all from buffalo milk. Buffalo milk has a higher fat content that cow's milk (almost double), so it yields a creamier richer product. And did I mention the yogurt???
More recently, Hector and I traveled to Morocco, and one morning while in Tangiers we received little glass jars with white plastic lids on top. Each jar held about 6 ounces of creamy yogurt. There were six of us traveling together, and one person in our group opened up the jar, peered in, and put the lid right back on. "I am not eating this." I was stunned. "Why not?" I asked. "I am sure that I will get sick." I had already spooned some honey into mine and was more than half-way through. It was the second time I had tasted fresh yogurt. Her rudeness made me forget my manners and I reached across our little table which overlooked some open markets that had fresh loaves of bread drying on top... I took her yogurt and it straight away.
Since then I have not tasted anything as good, but I have tried to recreate the flavor since we recently received a yogurt maker as a wedding present. It is worth it - it really and truly is. While sitting in Italy or Morocco might be a little more romantic than Boston, I am still able to get cultured in this city after all.


