Time was not working in my favor, at least where the yogurt was concerned.
Mickdizzle and I decided to swing by Yagoot after a quick breeze through the Rookwood TJ Maxx. I didn't know what to tell her about the fro-yo spot near Dr. Mojoe, other than it has ties to Busken, the Cincinnati bakery favorite.
I had picked up a two-fer coupon for Yagoot at the St. Cecilia Festival in Oakley a couple weeks ago (assessment: lots of tramp stamps, rug rats and a few rides that were a couple of loose bolts away from a lawsuit) and had been hanging on for the perfect opportunity.
Today's sweltering heat seemed like just the occasion.
The folks at the counter could read it on our faces before we even had a chance to say hello - we were newbies who hadn't yet had the pleasure of enjoying Yagoot. They said they were going to dish up some samples to help us navigate the mystery of this frozen goodness.
And goodness it is.
Yagoot doesn't have any gluten, is 99% fat free and only has 120 calories per half-cup serving. The heat relief treat also has live active cultures that are great for digestion - just ask any chick who's seen an Activia commercial.
And so this is where the timing comes in to play.
I had every intention of taking a pic of the swirly goodness of my plain Yagoot topped with "crunch," strawberries and raspberries. The cup was a stunning vision of tastebud salvation, unfortunately I could not restrain my spoon from repeatedly diving in to the yogurt and then in to my mouth.
Over and over, it went something like this:
Spoon dives in yogurt cup. Spoon breezes through air and cruises into mouth. Cup. Air. Mouth. Cup. Air. Mouth. "Mmmm thhh s ruuuly gd." Cup. Air. "I mean, really. It is delicious." Mouth.
And on and on and on.
And before I knew it, I was in possession of an empty yogurt cup and no pictures to chronicle the excursion.
So there it is. Yagoot. It's so good it will make you forget your priorities.
Maybe it isn't a good idea to swing by when you're contemplating a major life decison.
I'm just sayin'.