Sheep have been my friends from a very early age. [caption id="attachment_572" align="aligncenter" width="426" caption="Colleen circa 1983 with friends Fleecy, Frizzy, Fanny, Fluffy, Fuzzy & Flowers (yes, I named them. Yes, I have lovely parents.)"] [/caption] Above are my ewe friends on our small sheep farm in Arthur, Ontario. They were an integral, participating part of all my imaginative adventures around the barn. The only thing they didn't do was help me gang up on our horrible ram - Big Wooly - who chose to head-butt my behind whenever I wasn't looking. I have always resented them a little for this betrayal. Nevertheless, 30 years later, now a city lady in Toronto, I happened upon Sheep Yogurt in the store and fond memories of my four-legged friends came flooding back. Even that damned Big Wooly. I couldn't resist buying a tub. Sheep yogurt is almost as wonderful as having sheep friends I expected "sheepiness", as goat cheese and even goat yogurt has a faint "goatiness". Not so. My sheep yogurt found its way into morning smoothies, on potatoes, replaced mayo on sandwiches, and as dessert with maple syrup. After losing myself in the yumminess, I then read the nutritionals to find even more delightful news: Sheep yogurt has double the calcium and magnesium of regular yogurt! I literally screamed this out loud. My cat hid under the bed. As a woman in my 30s, both minerals are on my radar, but studies show people who suffer migraines (like me, boo hoo) typically have low levels of magnesium. So finding a goldmine (a magnesium mine?) in tasty sheep yogurt was a dietary epiphany. Thank you, dear sheep friends. I knew some day, some how, you would make up for deserting me in the fields with Big Wooly. All is now forgiven. The yogurt I bought was by Ewenity Dairy Co-Op in Conn, Ontario. Not far from our old home in Arthur. Over to you fellow foodies - yes, I'm trying to replace delicious mayonnaise with healthier yogurt on sandwiches. Is this gross? Do you do it too?