”Is this stuff good?” Mike stood at the open refrigerator. Partially hid by the door, he stuck an arm out and I caught a glimpse of the yogurt container he clutched in his hand.

“Sure. I think so.” I shrugged, assuming he meant is it good as in it’s not expired yet, is it? It was yogurt, for goodness’ sake, the older it is, the more yogurt-y it is, right?

“No. I mean, is it good?”

He carried the container into the living room, sank into his chair, peeled back the foil lid, and dubiously gazed into the creamy depths of the stuff. “Yogurt. Is it good?”

I sat up and stared at him, realization dawning. “You’ve never had yogurt before? Ever?”

He shook his head and cautiously dipped his spoon inside the carton. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t aware of the priceless facial expressions that made me wish my camera was at hand.

I sat on the edge of the sofa and watched as he took the inaugural taste. It was a tiny bite, to be sure, and for those who know my husband – you know he doesn’t do small bites!

“Hm…” His eyebrows raised in a modest show of appreciation. “This stuff isn’t bad.”

I couldn’t resist at this point.

I raced for the camera and was back just into time to capture a perfect shot…of the bottom of the container.

I think he liked it. 

Her favorites: Yo+ (any flavor) and Activia (vanilla)

His favorites: Yoplait (peach, blueberry)