I have a mess of things to do before I set off for a dog sitting stint at my parents' place. Amoungst them are making yogurt. Through the wonders of technology, I now sit at my kitchen table, a measuring cup full of hot milk perched beside me, thermometer immersed in its depths, waiting for it to cool the hell down.
I am yogurt's bitch. I would never make it in prison.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
I Am Yogurt's Bitch
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