"Froyo", as my 4-yr-old connoisseur knows it, is a well established recreational foodstuff in these parts, and now self-serve cafes where you pile your flavours and toppings high and pay by the weight are sprouting like weeds. Having discovered Yogurtland last year, both Meg and Ellen were pleased to find that the Creek boasts a plethora of purveyors of refrigerated dairy comestibles. And it's all fat free! How do you make peanut butter flavoured yogurt fat free? Best not to ask.
Cutie pie.
Has quality dipped since last year?
Nope.
With her love of all things cold, the swimming pool was the next stop.
Hey, Godparenting isn't all fun and games! There's an important educational element as well.
After Meg's bedtime I opened an interesting present from my sister. I'd read about it, but with the chance of it arriving in America less then zero I hadn't, in my wildest dreams, expected to see it before I was deported.
Hmmm...hints of garlic and yeast.
But, ultimately, not Marmitey enough. An easy way to solve that.
Next day, Coco Swirl underwent the tough Megan critiquing process. The verdict: "nice".
