the way to my heart (and gut)
February 27, 2007Frozen yogurt’s become a bit of a thing here in LA. I’ve never been one to embrace or shun a trend just for the sake of it. I just follow my gut, and my gut loves frozen yogurt. I love that it’s sweet and cold and creamy, I love that you can top it with something without calling it a (much more indulgent sounding) sundae, and I love that it’s actually kind of good for you. Mostly, though, I love that it reminds me of when I was growing up, too young to drive or care about what I put in my body, when my dad would take me to Golden Spoon on a Saturday afternoon and I’d order a spirally tower of yogurt in a waffle cone topped with strawberries and granola.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
i’ll take you out every night!!! if i can have some too.
i am a shameless pinkberry addict! have you tried it?
it’s a knock-off, i know, but i prefer ROSEberry. the yogurt is just as good in my opinion and they don’t stiff you for a swirl if you want one. i shake my fist at you, pinkberry barristas!