This is the best frozen yoghurt I've tried. I mixed the strawberry and old fashioned vanilla and was transported back some twenty something years to South Supermarket Magallanes and the soft serve ice cream I used to treat myself to. Speaking of that soft serve ice cream, the salesperson was a tranny in her/his mid forties, otherwise a middle aged man but was always impeccably dressed--a lady with matching neck scarves and low heels. Think Tootsie but more. The stand was no more than a machine and a stool beside it to sit on, but looking at her, you would think she was the chief purser at TWA or something. She carried herself with so much grace. She was beautiful.
How can it not be genetic?
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