YogH*urt (*Brittish spelling)

Follow up post to 'Chicken Licken': I decided to eat some yogHurt to calm my troubled bowel from the free spicy hot wings I ate yesterday.

As I sit here on a Sunday night, carefully enjoying the remains of my tropical yogHurt, I feel a deep sense of impending loss. If you have ever fallen for foreign yogHurt, you know what I am talking about. In a month and a half, I'll be back in the US eating Yoplait, Activia or Albertsons brand yog*urt (*no H). Thinking about choking down another creamy and 4 inch tall Yoplait makes me feel like I have chalk in my throat. The pretend sensory imagery I produced in the previous sentence gives me more than enough reason to produce this tantrum.
Almost anyone can tell you, the tastiness, texture, flavor, and versatility of YogHurt puts it at an unparalleled level above processed yog*urts (*no H) of the US. American yog*urt is just no good. What is with that? If I want a delicious bacterial fermented dairy product, I shouldn't have to shop at international stores or travel to Germany for brunch.
I secretly wonder if the US producing yog*urt companies got together to push for blobier and less delicious yog*urt, waxier chocolate, plether jackets, and the continued use of the American Standard measuring system. You don't hear of many yog*urt addicts back home. Just saying... there might be a reason. There are so many wrongs to right in this world.