You can be sure I wasn’t PLANNING to have baked potatoes for dessert. A week prior to my fiasco, John and I were in the supermarket with the house brand, no-fat Greek yogurt on the list. We usually substitute this yogurt for sour cream. John picked up plain vanilla yogurt instead – a quart of the stuff. We noticed it as we were putting things in the refrigerator, and John said it was no problem, that he’d eat it as a snack.

Fast forward a week. Because John made the first mistake, I insisted on picking up the no-fat Greek yogurt myself. You can imagine I did it with a disdainful flourish. Later that day, I was rushing things to the table and accidentally picked up the vanilla yogurt on the refrigerator door. Realizing my mistake, I returned it and looked on the shelf where there was one carton of vanilla yogurt and one of Greek yogurt. Confidently I picked up the Greek yogurt. John added only butter to his baked potato, but I ground sea salt over mine plus black pepper – PLENTY of black pepper! You’d think it had been riding in an open car behind a steam engine. I was surprised the yogurt had been opened, but I put a generous spoonful on the potato and spread it around with my fork. I wish the toy camera had been ready. There is no telling what expressions crossed my face. I whipped that silly container toward me and read, “Vanilla Greek Yogurt.”