Here you see us assembling the Yogurtinator (Stu calls his the "Yogurnator," which is a more clever name, but I like the irritating quality caused by the extra syllables in "Yogurtinator"), which consists of nothing more than a cheap styrofoam cooler from the grocery store, a lamp kit, a dimmer switch, and a thermometer thrust unceremoniously through the top of the lid.
I'll spare you the steps (hint: they're here) but suffice it to say, we got some mighty yogurt-looking stuff out at the end of the process. I'm waiting for Chris to come home from school so we can try it at the same time. After all, the family who experiences paralyzing stomach cramps together stays together.
*This remains to be seen.
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I know I always say this (though I doubt you guys know I always say this, but I *DO*) I am SO naming my firstborn child Yogurtinator.
I know it sounds totally hippy, but I'm going to try and make my own kombucha pretty soon. I'm hooked on the shit and it costs as much as f'n Starbucks at the store.
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