Chobani Cheers!

Sometimes lunch requires a recipe.  And sometimes, like today, lunch just makes itself.

Sorry friends, no recipe today.  But, I am sharing one of my fav O rite treats.  You’ve probably eaten Chobani for years, secretly keeping it from me just for fun, right?

First, I must offer some kind of a disclaimer.  There has been much ado throughout the blogosphere and social networking land about blogging and disclaimers. The FTC is enacting guidelines for blog writers and companies who offer products for bloggers to review.  Yackity. Yack.

I do not offer product reviews. No one (but you) knows I’m here. And if it weren’t for my PR agent mother, you probably wouldn’t have found me either. Seriously, there are many bloggers who choose to review products either for monetary compensation or for the gift of the product they endorse, or toss.  The FTC has decided that since bloggers have a major influence in the market place, rules should apply in the form of disclaimers.  You know, so everyone is crystal clear about who’s getting paid by whom for what. Only no one is clear about anything yet. The trend among leading bloggers in the sphere is to add a personal disclaimer policy to their site. Policies drafted by lawyers.  My disclaimer? I hope I never have to eat my words.

For the record (argh that harkens back to my former PR days), Chobani did not send me, my daughters, or any other representative of The Schell Cafe the yogurt we just enjoyed for lunch. I was not paid in yogurt, private school tuition, or anything in between for this post.  It just sorta came to me while I was enjoying a simple lunch with two of my Littles.

Now, let’s get back to the moment shall we?

This Little is home sick.  Despite her ear to ear grin, she’s got the swine flu. But losing a tooth last night pretty much trumped any H1N1 negativity.

Littlest has not  yet joined Piggypolooza! (Shout out to KimmieFTW for coining that phrase) Here she is minutes home from pre-school enjoying her logurt. Dabedy logurt, to be exact.

In a rare and very unexpected moment, I enjoyed lunch with half of the Littles.  We laughed, made logurt mustaches, and coined the phrase Chobani Cheers! This is when you find  yourself surrounded by those you love eating Chobani and you raise a spoon to cheer.

So cheers to Chobani! While I didn’t get paid for this lunch, I didn’t have to make it either.

P.S. I do think if there were ever  to be The Cheeks of Chobani ad campaign, I’d have at least one contender.