They ... were never backward in offering me the youart, a kind of whey, which is the principal delicacy to be found amongst the wandering tribes".A. W. Kinglake, Eothen (1844) p. 250
Mrs. Beaver stood ... eating her morning yoghort. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon. "Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you’d take to it, John. You’re looking so tired lately. I don’t know how I should get through my day without it".Evelyn Waugh, A Handful of Dust (1934) p. 3
