dog this morning and felt bad about it, as if I was casting off the best steak
to the dog and should have kept it for the humans. I’m not even sure that yoghurt is good for dogs but ours wolfs it down with such gusto I trust he knows what he’s doing. If there’s
something the dog dislikes he leaves it alone.
humans: to take in what’s good for us and leave the rest.
least that’s how it feels to me now, as if I am about to issue an edict on the
importance of taking in only what’s good for you and avoiding the rest.
tells me is not good for me because it’s full of sugar. I’m not fussed about a little extra
sugar, not at my time of life, but she is.
been a staple of mine, long since I first encountered it in the supermarket as a
teenager. Then we were told of its
health bearing properties.
daughter has since taken up a student job in a yoghurt shop and from her I
have learned that yoghurt starts its life in that silver box with the
pokie-machine type handle which she pulls down to release the liquid yoghurt, in powdered form.
and worked in a hospital as a social worker, I enjoyed a tub of yoghurt every
lunch time. How I longed for my
yoghurt then, not just because I was hungry but because it marked a junction in
the day, half way through.
days at home than at classes. I
lived then with my horse racing and gambling boyfriend and preferred to freeze
my yoghurt to make it last longer.
freezing yoghurt. I chose Ski
brand despite the extra sugar, because it had the best freezing properties, but
an unlucky tub could come out streaked with ice and lumpy, almost inedible. The perfect tub came out smoothly
frozen with all the creamy qualities of ice cream at its best.
cream. Once my favourite
food. Also a staple. It comes to me now that ice cream and
yoghurt are derivatives of milk.
Could it be my preoccupation with yoghurt and with all things milky
comes out of that deep basic infantile need for milk? Perish the thought.
especially the best food, the ice cream we were allowed once a week on Sunday
nights after a dinner, a block of Neapolitan ice cream cut ten ways so that
each of us children and my mother could have a sliver. My father was diabetic and therefore
missed out. My father could not
eat what to me then were the best foods: the sweet foods, the cakes and ice
cream, the lollies and chocolate, but my mother could and yet she seemed just as
happy to give them away as she did to get her share.
willingly. And yet now I find it easy. Besides the sweet things have lost
say similar things when I was growing up, that as you get older, your appetite
changes, you want less. This can’t
be so for everyone. Can it?