One day, many years ago, Eros was bored, unhappy, and jealous. Eros was the god of love and that kept him busy enough, but he didn't enjoy it any more. Now that he looked back, Eros had never really enjoyed his job. Maybe it was the sappy mush lovers spouted. Maybe it was the way he was depicted by mortals as a fat baby in a diaper or wearing nothing at all. Or maybe it was the fact that though he spread love throughout the world, he had no one and nothing to love himself. Sure, he had his mother, Aphrodite, but she was too wrapped up in powdering her face and filing her nails to pay much attention to him. Besides, the love of a parent wasn't what he desired. Eros wanted a constant companion, a best friend, perhaps even a soul mate. Without knowing love, he couldn't do his job.
For these reasons and more, Eros took a break from pairing up lovers. Disguising himself as a human, he traveled the Earth looking for love. He visited wondrous waterfalls, majestic mountains, and peaceful plains. He watched a mother bear with her cubs, a bride and groom on their wedding day, and a teenaged boy playing with his baby sister. He heard a robin sing its morning song, tasted fresh bread from the most prestigious of bakeries, and felt the soft fabric of a little girl's hair ribbon. All of this lifted Eros's spirits, but none of it taught him how to love.
On his fourth morning in the human world, Eros came across a young woman sitting on the side of the road. Her clothes were stained, her hair was ratted, a bruise was blooming on her right cheek, and her hands held a small clay bowl. She looked deliriously happy.
Naturally, the young god was curious about this cheerful beggar. Pausing in front of her, he asked, "What makes you so happy?"
"My culinary creation," the girl replied cheerfully. "It's a somewhat soupy mixture of milk, bacteria, and sweet flavorings. I call it my gurt."
"Sounds interesting," Eros said diplomatically.
"Try some!" She held up a spoon.
Eros began to protest, but the girl shoved the loaded spoon into his mouth before he could make a sound. Suddenly, he didn't need to protest. It was delicious!
"I love it!" Eros exclaimed. He paused, not believing what he had just said. He had learned to love! He gave a whoop of joy and, abandoning all inhibitions, flew at the girl and kissed her. Pulling away, he asked breathlessly, "Will you come with me? You could be my wife and join me on Mount Olympus. We could make your gurt together for all eternity!"
Because in Ancient Greece that passed for logic at the time, the girl said yes. Eros and Giyelle were married at noon and were in business passing out 'your gurt' to gods and mortals alike by sunset.
Over time, 'your gurt' was shortened to 'yogurt'. It became a popular snack, especially in the form known as 'Greek yogurt' with fruit included. Giylle became the goddess of innovative cooking. She and Eros had many children, young gods and goddesses named Chobani, Athenos, Fage, Dannon, Elinas, Oikos, Yoplait, and more. All the little immortals assisted their parents in yogurt making and distribution. Perhaps the most important development was that Eros resumed his job as god of love as well as taking on the title of the god of yogurt. His duties kept him busy, his wife and kids kept him in love, and his yogurt kept him happy.
Consequently, Eros was never bored again.
