Homemade Yogurt
We’re home. W is on the mend (H1N1? Not sure – the symptoms were consistent though) – still snotty and coughing and chlorine-eyed and very particular that everything be done EXACTLY according to his bidding. Yesterday Mike and I felt like we were being dragged down with him but bounced back after a particularly gratifying sleep in Salmon Arm. The bottle of shiraz, drunk out of plastic Travelodge cups (yes, I am the lass in class) might have helped.
We came home to snow, slush and icicles hanging from every window, but I don’t even care because I’m back in my own kitchen. I have overdosed on car snacks and restaurant food, despite my best efforts to arm myself with healthy stuff. Since Vegas (and Toronto, and now Vancouver) I’ve loaded my luggage down with granola. The real stuff – like the nutty bag filled with chewy dried cherries made by Joy Road Catering that I picked up at the Penticton farmers’ market – is a good balance of complex carbs, healthy fats and protein (if you cram it with nuts, seeds and flax, like I do), doesn’t spoil or go soggy or get crushed. It takes up next to no space, and fills the void even when you should be eating a real meal. And when you need something a bit more substantial, it’s usually pretty easy to find yourself a cup of yogurt. If I manage to get a room with a mini fridge, I’ll go buy a big tub of yogurt – I’ve been known to spoon it directly into the zip-lock baggies that hold my granola – sort of like a grown-up version of those little boxes of cereal you opened from the side and poured your milk right into. The yogurt-granola combo doesn’t leak as much.
Which reminds me – I haven’t told you how easy it is to make your own yogurt yet, have I? Sorry about that, I’ve been meaning to. I’ll just go ahead and scratch that one off my to-do list.
October 14 2009 | breakfast | 47 Comments »
