Today, I had the fun of making yoghurt from scratch. I enjoy making yoghurt a lot, and love eating it too, but I haven't done it in forever.
Last time, Belle was still here, and she helped me. I remember her leaning over the counter, wearing her pink 1950s styled apron, stirring with the silver-metal spoon and sighing over the "loveliness that is mint" when we decided to boil the milk with a mint sachet in it. That day, I made three batches; not knowing that she and Tink would soon be leaving, and shortly after them, Lance and Harrison. I remember her impatience while the yoghurt set, then cooled. And then the next morning, her asking me for breakfast of "mint yoga."
Somehow, over the last few months, I just didn't feel like making any yoghurt, and went back to eating the stuff from the store - even though it didn't taste nearly as good. But today... today I could make it. Yes, I had memories, but it didn't hurt quite as much.
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Today is the day of memories. For I remembered what has happened, and I made new memories.
Yes, I taught Mum the beginning stitches of knitting. And our first lesson went very well indeed.
Hooray! Hmm, now was that lovely post of Anna's your inspiration to make yoghurt? :) I've never tried but would love to someday.
ReplyDeleteSaminda, actually, I wasn't even thinking of Anna's post at all. Mum wanted some yoghurt, and it sounded like a good idea. It's fairly easy, and we have a yoghurt maker as well, I hope you would have fun if you tried it. :)
ReplyDelete~Laura