Yogurt on my terms
Food

The first time I liked yogurt, it came in a small glass bottle, a sprinkle of coarse salt piled on the top cap of cream in a miniature milk bottle. Iran, 1975, hostel, first dairy (other than marvelous Magnolia ice cream) in 26 months. In a place that felt as far from home culture and home people as possible, the taste brought me right back to the concrete porch in beautiful Wayne County where Mother and Dad processed milk into cream, butter, and cottage cheese.
For decades I tried yogurt brands, but never found any I wanted to eat everyday. I made yogurt for some years, but mostly for others in the house.
I’m in a new yogurt phase now, courtesy of real milk from marvelous local Jerseys, Read the rest of this entry »





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