Consumption by means of election fever is the flavour of the season or so it seems. I however, have found myself immersed in an obsession of the yoghurt kind. 
When I was a little girl, I loved yoghurt. Specifically the Petit-Pot variety. Mum would usually buy fruit flavour yoghurts, but sometimes, just sometimes, she would get a Hazelnut one which would make me giddy in anticipation. It's a pudding but a nut!? The most exotic of all the yoghurts, well, to an eight year old at least. 

Then we moved, to a very Greek community and our yoghurt changed to Greek yoghurt made with goats milk. It's tartiness with it's tart, lip puckering