When I was growing up in Oswego, New York in the 1950s, my father was the manager of a local dairy. It specialized in milk, cottage cheese and ice cream.
When I went to college in 1963, I discovered another dairy product I had never heard of: yogurt.
Yogurt is a fermented dairy product created when bacteria convert the sugars in milk into lactic acid, which causes the milk to thicken and develop its characteristic tangy flavor. Yogurt comes in a vast range of flavors like strawberry, blueberry, peach, and raspberry being very popular, alongside vanilla and plain.
I discovered yogurt during my college days, but I never ate it until sometime afterwards. I will explain.
In my junior year in college, I took a course in Russian literature. We read such books as Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Notes of a Madman by Nikolai Gogol and Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak.
Everyday in class I sat at a desk in the center of the room near the front. Everyday a cute redhaired girl sat to my right. Everyday she brought a yogurt to eat before the class began. It was usually strawberry flavor.
I never talked to the cute redhaired girl. Neither in class, nor when all the students went to a special theater showing of the film version of Doctor Zhivago. Why? Lack of courage.
I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't. What a pity. And I didn't try yogurt either, even though it looked delicious.
Since college I've eaten yogurt. It is delicious.
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