Super easy to put together, you can go the easy route and buy Greek yogurt or you can be like me and go the hard route: buy Activia yogurt and strain it to get the same thick, rich texture. It was a matter of convenience. I can buy Greek yogurt in Springfield now but I would have had to go to a different store to do it so the work of straining it won. The photo left shows how: simply cover the bottom of a colander with a layer or two of paper towel, put the colander over an empty bowl, dump the yogurt in the lined colander, and throw the whole thing into the fridge overnight. Voila: thick yogurt.
For the parfait, I simply layered the yogurt with fresh pineapple, walnuts, and a tbsp drizzle of Melissa's Raspberry Dessert Sauce. A word of warning though. I was surprised after I bought the sauce and then read the ingredients. From Melissa's, a brand name I trust for good wholesome foods in the produce department, I expected at least regular sugar, but nope, the first ingredient was high fructose corn syrup. Damn! Oh well. I'll be using that sparingly for a very long time. The flavor is great but I expected real sugar and less of it from that brand name. My mistake. I didn't see the ingredients of the other flavors but there was also chocolate, white chocolate, and caramel sauce. I admit, though, the bottle and storage is very convenient.
I had gotten up late so I had the parfait as a combination breakfast/lunch, and then snacked on a couple of dates and a few walnuts before going to dinner with Auntie Miranda and Ann. There I had this tuna, spinach, apple, & walnut salad...
...I'm lying. Aunti ate this beautiful salad. I, being a creamsaucecrackwhore, ordered this:
quite at all good for me but it was very yummy. The only thing I have to say in my defense is that I only ate half and I didn't take the other half home. Sometimes wasting the leftovers by NOT taking them home is the best favor you can do yourself.
The rest of my day's imbibing was one 12 oz Coke, 3 glasses of water, and 3 tall glasses of iced tea with lemon.
Oh. And the one martini I had in the bar while waiting for Aunti and Ann to arrive where I learned something from a young prospective employee who came in to fill out a bartender application to the restaurant. This is sage advice: DO NOT write "chick magnet" under the "special skills" section of the application. The potential boss doesn't find it nearly as engaging and amusing as you do. (geesh, what a dumbass. :-))