Chobani Coconut Is Bae!

This is NOT a sponsored post. I just want to tell you about the strange thing that has happened to me. Okay. So, when I was pregnant, I was encouraged to include yogurt in my diet – specifically Greek yogurt. I was really, really happy about this because I am a diary junkie. I would pick milk over soda, and I can (and often do) eat sour cream by itself. Also, as far as I’m concerned, provolone cheese is royalty, and cheesecake should be on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. I’d never say no to ice cream or milkshake, but out of all the things I mentioned, it is yogurt that has stolen my heart.

Think of yogurt as the main chic while the rest are the side chics, and milk is the blood running through their veins. I don’t eat cheesecake every day or every week or even every month (the last time I indulged in a slice was on my birthday when we went to The Cheesecake Factory) and I can’t remember when last I had milkshake.  I was eating (eating??) a different brand of yogurt when I was pregnant, but I got tired of it. Then one day, I went to Giant and decided to give Chobani Greek (in the coconut blended flavor) a try. That was when I became an addict.

See, Chobani isn’t as sweet as the Greek yogurt I was used to having. In fact, it has a little bit of tart to it (according to my taste buds anyway). It reminds me of the home-made yogurt my Lebanese friend’s grandpa used to make in Nigeria. I loved that yogurt. As if the taste of this Chobani yogurt isn’t wow enough, there are also little pieces of coconut in it, so when I take a spoonful of yogurt, I get to do a little bit of chewing. Yuuummmmmyyyyyy. As a personal preference, I don’t like yogurt with fruit in it, and I don’t care either about the geographical location of the fruit (top, bottom, or middle of the yogurt), I just don’t want any fruit.

Ever since I discovered Chobani, I have not been able to look back. Usually, when I discover something new, I try to get Igwe to taste it, but I did not do that with Chobani because it had to remain my best kept secret. Sadly, Igwe discovered Chobani, and I have been sad since then. I decided to start keeping my Chobani cups – and I won’t bother telling you when I started because I don’t want you to lose respect for me when you realize just how much I love Chobani.

Below is a picture of my empty Chobani cups, seventy [70] of them, all washed and wondering what their next step in life would be. And below that is a picture of my Chobani [coconut blended] yogurt in the fridge, yet to be demolished consumed.

I don’t know what to do with all these empty cups of yogurt. I only kept them because I planned on telling you about my love for Chobani, and I wanted a picture to prove that they exist. All things considered, it’s only fair that you may now call me Chobani Girl. Or a Chobanite? Or Chobanite Girl?

P.S. Hey Chobani, do you want your cups back?

P.P.S. You should really, really try it. It’s the Coconut Blended flavor. Enjoy.