Frozen 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.