Best yoghurt Europe had to offer...
Hypothesis: Not all yoghurts are
made equal.
While I didn’t fly to Europe to
prove this hypothesis, I sure did use our 4.5 week European honeymoon as a
chance to test it.
Across 14 European cities, in nine
different countries, I tasted 17 different yoghurt varieties. All varied in
flavour and texture. It all started in Amsterdam, where on a rainy day I tried
Zuivelhoeve Boer’N Yoghurt, while sitting on a wet bench pining for the summer
I was cruelly promised but so far denied.
The tart creamy yoghurt was
balanced perfectly with the sweet strawberry compote and just enough granola muesli
to provide a textually pleasing crunch. All in all, my first yoghurt was a
winner.
The second yoghurt in Amsterdam wasn’t
as successful because it wasn’t a traditional yoghurt. Thick, incredibly sweet,
with no tartness in site, I was somewhat confused by this Danone Danio Vanilla
yoghurt. That was until a lovely Dutch Instagram follower kindly informed me
that the photo I had posted was not traditional yoghurt, but most likely quark.
Closer to a sweet cream cheese than yoghurt I was kindly told. Honest mistake –
who doesn’t like something that resembles cheesecake for breakfast (when trying
to be healthy)?
The next 10 were a little, while
delicious, uneventful. That was until I reached Positano, on the Amalfi Coast.
With its blue water, tantalising smells and narrow paths, Positano delivered my
third favourite yoghurt – frozen yoghurt with fresh strawberries. Wow, it was
delicious. Tart, creamy and refreshing with only one flavour – natural. None of
this New York cheesecake, chocolate and coffee stuff, this was proper frozen
yoghurt.
The runner up was another frozen
variety, this time from Yiaourtaki in Athens. A little creamier than Positano,
this frozen yoghurt had the perfect balance of tart and sweet and almost caused
a rift between Mr Bball and I – we got one to share. HUGE mistake.
And the winner was…Fage Total 2%
Greek Yoghurt, which I had in my Mum’s home village, Gennadi in Rhodes. Every
spoonful of this creamy, perfectly tart yoghurt conjured up memories of my
childhood. It was in Gennadi that my love of yoghurt showed itself. I have
convinced many family members and friends to eat Fage mixed with Greek honey
and cereal for breakfast when visiting Gennadi. They became as hopelessly in
love with it as I, messaging me their withdraw symptoms when returning to
Australia.
So there you have it. The ultimate winner
was Fage Total 2%. Now if only I could get it in Adelaide. Any ideas from
where?
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