I made yogurt last night, because my mom is with me this week, and I didn’t want to run out.
It was done this morning, just in time for breakfast, so while I was spooning it into jars, I asked her if she wanted some for breakfast with her blueberries. I scooped some out for her, and asked what I was doing. I explained that I had just made the yogurt and it was fresh. She said it was good, and liked it mixed in with her blueberries.
I told her I liked it with my granola, as well.
It made me feel good to know I was giving her everything super fresh.
On the bread, of her toast, I’d bought. I should have made bread for her visit, as well, but that would have taken more time than I had. Yogurt is nice because you can do other things while it heats, and you don’t have to watch it while it sits overnight.
