I think there are a lot of things the Greeks got right. Architecture, baklava, coastal living and John Stamos (that’s Mr. Stamatopoulos to you) to name a few. Oh, hi John. I didn't see you there. Thinking of me again, are you? Frustrated that I won't return your calls? Waiting for something to happen to my darling Cory so you can swoop in and take care of things? Stand in line.
Anyway, I’m not even opposed to Greek mythology, as Narcissus and I are tight. Yogurt, however, is where my love for the Greeks makes a sharp U-turn from “You put the ‘Ooohhh’ in ‘Gyro’” to, “What did your baby just spit up and why are you feeding it to me with a spoon?”
Last week while watching “The Biggest Loser” I listened to Bob the trainer give Ashley a speech about healthy snacks, and how Greek yogurt was the next best thing to putting the pocket in pita. He served it to her with some berries, and Ashley nodded her head in agreement and said, “Mmm…it’s good!”
If I had a dog that was dying and the vet told me that the only thing that would save her was 8 ounces of Greek yogurt, I would not make her eat it. And not even because I don’t like dogs, but because I don’t HATE dogs either and I would want to prove it by saying, “THIS is COMPASSION people!”
It’s okay, Greece, you can’t have everything. Which is probably why you also got George Michael.