Sometimes I think the most difficult thing about blogging is thinking of the Title for the post. Ugh. Almost as bad as writing an Artist's Statement...
This morning I finally got to where I could make my own yogurt for the first time in about 35 years. Used to do it, while living in a communal house, for thirteen people, by wrapping the quart glass bottles in towels and keeping in the gas oven with no temperature on. The heat from gas pilot was enough to make the yogurt. That went away with leaving communal living, having kids and getting a "real job"....
Here we are so many years past when I ever thought I would even live to, and I am making my own yogurt again. It was a practice, a process, an art then and today. I now have 8 hours to wait to see if it really worked, but even that is part of the practice/art. When I had my own garden I would wait months to see if a planted area would turn out - so I think I can handle this.
Even though I am using an electric yogurt maker as I have no more gas stoves or pilot lights to do the magic, the feelings of creativity are still there. Getting fresh, organic, REAL milk, measuring the amount into pan, and stirring, stirring, while heating. Inserting the thermometer to make sure it gets to the correct temperature, stirring in the culture and then pouring into the jars. It is all an art....
And then the pleasure of seeing the grid again - me and my grids in artwork! Would like to take this pic and using Photoshop turn it into one of those mystic paintings of worlds nestled next to each other with none knowing the other existed.
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