When I was in the U.S., I noticed a new-to-me phenomenon: Fro-yo. Of course I know what frozen yogurt is. I worked at the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory; I have a slightly abnormal amount of knowledge about frozen treats.
What I had never witnessed are the fro-yo shops where you go in, pick up a cardboard bowl, serve yourself from various flavors of soft-serve frozen yogurt, then add all the toppings you want and pay by the ounce. I went to two different places: Menchies in St. Paul and one whose name is escaping me at the mall in San Jose.
I fully support this new phenomenon. There is a part of me that wants it to catch on in Chile, because it’s delicious. The other part of me hopes it never comes because although I have enough will power to avoid the McDonald’s soft-serve, I’m not sure I would be able to resist a place like Menchies.
Cultural side note:
I showed the above picture to a Chilean friend, and he asked what the tan balls were above the gummy bears. I told him they were cookie dough and he was disgusted.
“You mean you eat cookie dough, like the raw cookie dough!?”
I explained that chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream (invented by Ben and Jerry themselves, thank you very much) was a really common flavor in the U.S.
“You mean you never liked licking the bowl after your Mom made cookies?” I asked.
Then I remembered. Chileans don’t make cookies.
“We don’t make cookies,” he confirmed, “we buy them from a store, already made. It’s easier.”
True. I guess cookie dough is an American thing.