Had a really strange dream the other night. Just… milk. Everywhere. Flowing like rivers, sounds weird I know. Woke up thinking, huh, milk. It got me thinking about the carton sitting in my fridge.
Usually, I just pour it on cereal or whatever. But that dream stuck with me. So I thought, why not try doing something with it? Like, really do something. Remembered my grandma used to make her own yogurt sometimes. Seemed simple enough back then.
My Big Yogurt Experiment
So, I went and got some decent whole milk. Not the fancy stuff, just regular whole milk. And I needed a starter, right? Grabbed a small tub of plain yogurt from the store, the kind with live cultures.
Here’s what I did, basically:
- Poured most of the milk into a pot. Maybe like, a liter? Didn’t measure exactly.
- Heated it up slowly. Watched it like a hawk ’cause I didn’t want it boiling over or scorching. Got it steaming, then let it cool down a bit. Had to be warm, not hot. Stuck my finger in – yeah, kinda technical, I know.
- Mixed a couple of spoonfuls of that store yogurt into a bowl with a bit of the warm milk first, made a slurry thing.
- Stirred that slurry back into the big pot of warm milk.
- Poured the whole mixture into some glass jars I cleaned out.
- Now the waiting part. Found a warm-ish spot in the kitchen, wrapped the jars in a towel, and just left them alone. For hours. Like, pretty much all day and night.
Woke up the next morning, went to check. It looked… like yogurt! A bit looser than the store stuff, maybe. But definitely thick.
Stuck it in the fridge to chill. Tasted it later. You know what? It was okay. Pretty tangy. Not amazing, not like some magic dream milk, that’s for sure. It was just… homemade yogurt. Took way more time than just buying it.
Funny how a weird dream gets you doing things. Made me appreciate how easy it is to just grab things from the shop. But hey, now I know I can make yogurt. Probably won’t do it often, too much fuss. But I did it.
