Excavating through calories of joy...



Few food items give you such an interesting experience as fruit-on-the-bottom yoghurts. And I choose my adjectives carefully. Eating one is like exploring a new country full of untold riches, and finding sparkling treasures at the end of it, that nonetheless have left enticing clues about ther existence right from the beginning.

At the beginning, at the top, is just plain old yoghurt, a little boring but sweet and typically yoghurty. Then, as you dig deeper into the enigma, the first faint stirrings of more hopeful sights and flavours start manifesting themselves. The signature smell of peaches...or was that strawberries?....reveals itself, but it has no more than a Cheshire cat existence. And the colour? For a moment there, you thought you saw a pink or a yellowish tinge, but that was probably the result of staring too long and too lovingly. However, your best hopes slowly start delightfully materialising as a microscopic shred of fruit that has somehow broken free from its mates and diffusingly made its way to the surface, winks at you and confirms the rich tapestry that it is a part of. The colour too, has become louder and more welcoming than before, signalling more hope and inspiration. Finally, when you have already become quite starstruck by this gradual accruement of sensory delights, the complete manifold of sights, smells and flavours reveals itself with a trumpeting flourish. Behold the sheer conglomerate that is fruit pulp!
What a fitting end to this adventure that has made you delirious with cals and kilocals. Let it flow on...