Okay, I need to take the fall for this one.
It all started on my first, and because of this incident only, run to the bodegona--the Guatemalan version of a supermarket. We needed yogurt to eat with our cereal and as I was going to get some more strawberry, I noticed another, more pure-looking yogurt container on the top shelf of the refrigerated aisle.
It was a much whiter container, more simple, with only a few words at the bottom, one of which was "pura." It didn't have any of those fake-looking fruit pictures, just a simple logo. I was so excited. "Momma's going to be so proud of me," I thought, "I just found the healthy yogurt!"
We'd had a discussion in our home a few weeks before about all the chemicals that are legal in Guatemala for use in artificially-flavored foods, so healthy, natural yogurt seemed liked a godsend. I was convinced this find alone, and the accompanying story, would raise my Christmas gift quota from Mom by at least 20% ... can you imagine how excited she'd be to know her son was trying to eat healthy in spite of the evil polluters of Guatemalan food?!?!?
I was so excited when I started to dig in that first morning, because the yogurt was creamy on top. "Oh boy," I thought, "this is just like that super-exclusive, all-natural-no-preservative-unsweetened-from-cows-with-birth-certificates-and-an-organic-diet yogurt like we have at home!"
I kept scooping and it was still creamy. Halfway down the container, cream. At the bottom, cream.
I read the label again. The "Pura" was still there alright--right next to the "Crema." I just had purchased 32 ounces of pure cream.
Everybody made fun of me; the kids, the parents, the grandparents, our teacher--pretty much anyone who heard the story. Honestly, the universal mockery was nothing compared to that cream every morning with our cereal. It was like eating an unsweetened melted granola bar every morning.
I'm just glad its over.
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