An evening of culture.
I was a very good girl this year, so Santa sent me a yogurt maker.
Yes, that follows.
So I made my first batch overnight!
It only took 12 hours, plus 30 minutes of precision milk scalding.
When finished, it smelled really tangy, a lot like the Mountain High yogurt I used as my starter. It was pretty solid, a little less than I'd like but I did use 1% milk, so I wasn't expecting much.
Then it occurred to me how very wrong this is. These little cups of milk were fluid last night, and this morning they're solid. And they smell sour. And I'm eating it. Voluntarily.
There may be some things in the world that we just aren't meant to make at home. Things like penicillin and saline solution.
But this is some pretty darn good yogurt. I gobbled the whole cup down (only about 6 oz) and I immediately felt more sophisticated. Or nauseous. One of the two. w00t for homemade yogurt!