I had one full blueberry yogurt yesterday for lunch. So, what's the big deal, huh? Well, it is, for Arvind and my folks back home considering my reputation for not eating this dairy product since I was a two year old. When I was a kid, my father even offered to buy me "pattu pavadai" (silk skirt or lehanga), if I agreed to taste just one spoon of curd. Even today, if I were to attend a wedding back home, a random relative would come up to me and ask, "nee eppalam thayir sadam sapadiriyo?" (do you eat curd rice these days?). I am known in my family as the girl who can't stand curd/yogurt in any form. But why? I don't know if it's the smell or the look of it because, in all honesty, it has been so long that I don't remember how it tastes and I can't make myself to have one spoon of it.  My mom says I stopped having curd when I fell sick after having curd rice.

So why this sudden change of mind? Well, my little one is following my footsteps and refuses to have yogurt rice. I am kinda ok with it because of my own experience. But then, there is a part of me that feels guilty for not trying aggressively when he was younger (and when his taste buds were just budding) and I want to make up for it. These days Atul likes to have food from our plate and is interested in having whatever food we are eating. He says, "sendu sampidalam" (let's eat together). So my logic is, if he sees me eat yogurt, may be he will be more willing to try it.  I don't think I can still make myself eat yogurt rice, but atleast I am open to eating it in disguised form. The ancillary benefit from shedding this complete dislike? It will aid me in my attempts to lose weight , about which I will rant in an all together different post.