Yoghurt lovers, rejoice! It’s autumn, time of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Time of new pencil cases, conkers, and woolly jumpers which look great in the shop but shrink in the wash. More importantly, time of yoghurt.
Sometimes I buy yoghurt because I’ve run out. Sometimes I buy yoghurt because I can’t resist a 2 for £3 on Rachel’s Organic (AND WHO CAN?). Sometimes I buy yoghurt because it’s on my Ocado Favourites list. And sometimes I buy yoghurt because it’s so perfect, it’s like the gods of yoghurt were looking down on me.
I was on the way to work. I had a banana. I had some figs. And look at this. Form AND function. Look at its perfect generous breakfast proportions. Look at its little pot of honey on the side because who has honey at work? Look upon its works, ye mighty, and rejoice.
Fage Total 0% Fat Free Greek Yoghurt with Honey
Flavour – 4/5: the yoghurt itself would probably only merit a 2 or 3. Yoghurt was simply not made to be fat free. For all the adverts with glossy-skinned women purring that ‘it’s so rich and creamy’, there’s always a weird chalkiness about fat-free Greek yoghurt. However, the honey, oh good lord, the honey. Presumably this is not the finest quality of honey what with it being found in the chiller cabinet of sainsburys, packaged in a small plastic divided container and all. But man, those guys at Fage know how to pick a mass produced honey. Melty, sweet and buttery. MMmmmmmmm.
Value for money – 3/5: in big yoghurty terms, not such great value, individual pots meaning false economy and all, but in morning al desko breakfast terms, particularly at 2 for £1.20, EXCELLENT value.
Spelling – 5/5: YOGHURT!!!! With an H!!!!!! And this is Greek Yoghurt!!!! You know, the ancient people who are the fount of all knowledge and therefore RIGHT. A truly great day, a moral yoghurt victory.
Presentation – 4/5: not amazing, decidedly continental in its design in fact. However, MASSIVE bonus marks for featuring a pronunciation guide, hence the 4/5.
Recommendation: for the ultimate moveable feast. Particularly when you’re somewhere it won’t be inappropriate to be wiping round a small plastic triangular pot of honey with your tongue to get the last bits.