Yogurt in a Yurt

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I am not the kind of person who makes their own yogurt. I assume that person lives on a 10 acre plot in a perpetually blooming hillside of flowers. Their only possessions are a fluffy cow named Applebutter and some sort of crock they use to ferment everything except their sunny disposition – that remains fresh as a damn daisy. They also live in a Yurt. It’s a yogurt in a yurt kind of situation.  I am not that person. Right now there is a cat using a litter box 2 ft from my chair. My disposition is neither fresh nor sunny. It is a sturdy shade of grey, but like a cool blue-grey. The exact tone I would paint a hallway to make myself seem a little more classy.

Anyhoo, I am doing it. I am making yogurt… and you know what? I like it. It’s easy, and makes me feel like I could maybe survive an apocalypse. Yes – I am using an Instant Pot, but that doesn’t make me less of a Mad Max-style temptress in ripped leather and a hubcap for a hat… it makes me efficient. Like Martha Stewart’s executive assistant mainlining Adderall. Moving on…

THIS IS NOT ROCKET SCIENCE. You acquire milk through charm or blatant thievery, or like… buy it… and place it in your very clean Instant Pot. Nobody wants yogurt flavored by last weeks chili con carne…Well, maybe someone, but they are reading an entirely different blog. So you take this milk (I use whole milk) and pour it into your pristine Instant Pot. You see that “Yogurt” button that you’ve never touched before in your life? Now is it’s golden hour, press the button until the screen says boil. Put on your lid and walk away. Your cow water (ew?) will boil in the Instant Pot until it reaches 180 degrees, then it will beep at you. Is the milk actually 180? No. Does this matter? Some internet people seem to think so, having achieved 180 and alternatively been too lazy to tack on the additional time needed to boil the milk… I have never noticed a difference. So, why are you heating the milk? People will tell you it’s to denature a protein that will make your yogurt more smooth in the end. I assume they are right. I don’t dare disagree with the internet hoard, so we wait for the beep.

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Pressing buttons is fun.

There will be that weird milk skin on top, we can all agree this is disgusting and yet somehow relatable to the last time I unfolded a sheet mask for that at home, self-care nonsense I try to keep up with. Resist the urge to put the milk skin anywhere but the trash, and let the milk cool. This is actually important, if your milk is above 108 degrees Fahrenheit, you will annihilate all the bacteria in the yogurt starter you are about to add. Where did you get this starter? You bought it dammit. You went to the store and purchased a cute little container of your favorite yogurt with live cultures. I like FAGE, but go crazy… just be sure that there is a bacterial party happening under that lid by checking the ingredients. You are looking for some gibberish like “contains live cultures” or “more germs per cm than Coachella”.

You are going to add this starter blorp of yogurt to the cooled milk, stir it in real nice. Now is the best part. You put on the lid again and use the yogurt button for the second time ever, and set it to 8 or 24. I don’t have the patience for 24, so I choose 8 and then add time up to 12 hours. I like a thick, tangy yogurt, so half a day will do. Now you can go and relax. Maybe make some granola or dream about the adventures that you and Applebutter could have together. You love each other so much.

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Could you be less appetizing? I think not.

Eventually things will beep. What meets you in the Instant Pot is not what you will be expecting. Hot milk jelly swimming in yellow-ish water. Gird thy loins. It will get better.

Your yogurt is done, you can pour off the whey or save it an add to smoothies for some all natural whey-protein. I haven’t done this because hot whey is the opposite of appetizing, but you live your life however you see fit.

I like a more Greek texture, so I will use a fine mesh strainer and let the whey collect at the bottom of a bowl where I can make grossed out faces at it before pouring it down the sink. Good riddance to hot whey, I say.

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Drained… only sightly better appearance-wise

Then we refrigerate and enjoy. Your new yogurt lifestyle will take a while to setup, but the yogurt you’ve made will stay fresh for 2 weeks. Try to remember to save a blorp of yogurt for your next batch so you don’t have to gamble on using charm or thievery to acquire a new starter.

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Finally something that it looks like it wouldn’t win a 6th grade science fair. 

Add granola. Maybe some honey or leave plain and make it into raita to go with this killer butter chicken recipe. Definitely look into getting an adorable cow to name Applebutter.

There She Goes: Phoenix

The fickle Minneapolis winter is devouring my soul. On any day, it could be 15 degrees and snowing, or 60 and sunny. My hopes for relief from the frigid morning commute, raised by signs of warming and melt, are dashed with every lazy snow flurry. “I just want to be warm,” is steadily becoming my catchphrase.

Bleak though my current situation may be, there was a beacon of hope. The upcoming wedding of two friends in Phoenix, Arizona. Let me just repeat those glorious words  for you; Phoenix, Arizona.. land of warm. Much like the mythical phoenix, I would leave my old, cold self in Minneapolis, and be reborn in the blazing sun of Phoenix. Too much? Little heavy handed there? Sorry… not sorry. This is what consecutive months of below freezing temps does to my brain. Deal with it, but please keep reading. It’s picture time.

 

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It’s good to get away…

Absorb a some culture…

Navigate outside of your comfort zone…

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Sink into the city vibe…

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Soak up the sunshine…

And get real cozy with the locals…

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Sites of my joyous thawcation:

Phoenix Art Museum: You Who are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies 2005 by Yayoi Kusama

-Superstition Mountains in the Tonto National Forest

Boyce Thompson Arboretum

The Chuckbox in Tempe

The Clarendon Hotel and Spa

…and an exceedingly creepy The Last Supper staged with disturbing dolls in the basement of Hanny’s pub, I feel the most was made of my brief adventure to prevent my heart from freezing into a solid ice block.

I would highly suggest all of these locales for someone looking to get away from Minneapolis, or anywhere really…but my experience is limited to escaping Minneapolis, which I hope to do soon… permanently.

Valentinery

It has been my tradition since I was 16 to make valentines for the important people in my life. I don’t buy them from Target, I don’t email a hilarious Oatmeal comic (though they are awesome!)… I sit my ass down and use my brain to produce a little piece of artwork designed purely for the joy of making someone I care about feel like they are known and understood. Appreciated. Loved.

This annual endeavor was inspired by an afternoon visit to a childhood friend’s house. Her father was an artist, a sculptor by trade, from France… the most romantic of career choices. As we wandered upstairs to her room, I noticed that the hallway was lined with cards that her father had given her mother, I believe they were Christmas cards… but this was a long long time ago so I scarcely remember any details. Only that they were so sweet, hand drawn, crafted to embolden their affection. A spark grew from those cards, to turn my reverence for the people in my life into tangible relics.

Why Valentine’s Day? I mean really, what a commercial… materialistic… disheartening charade of lovey dovey bullshit. Certainly ANY other day would due.. or maybe, every day should be a day to celebrate one’s devotion to saying ‘thank you for making me feel wonderful.’ I hear that one a lot, that I every single day is a chance to be grateful.. and that is a lovely idea. Honestly, I’m not grateful every day. Some days I am barely capable of brushing my own teeth properly, let alone flossing or adequately expressing my deep reverence for other human beings. Please don’t tell my dentist about the flossing thing, that is a lie I intend to perpetuate forever.

I make pretty things to show I care. People have convinced me that I need to start documenting them. So, I took a few pictures of the 20+ I mailed out this year. I didn’t bring many art supplies to Minneapolis, so they are rather simple in construction. Just black card stock, and Prismacolor doodles, with a side of calligraphy… and glitter. I maintain that a proper Valentine must have glitter. Somewhere. In some capacity, as to transfer your love like a despicable carpet virus; just when you think you’ve vacuumed it all up… a glimmer always remains… like the herpes of craft supplies. Enjoy!

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Inside: “my Valentine”

 

If you’re wondering why I waited so long to post this blog, it’s because I had to wait for people to receive them before posting everything. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

PS. If you don’t see your valentine in my crazy picture parade, it’s likely that I forgot to take a picture before it was sent out. This happens when you are trying to keep track of a lot of cards and get them all in the mail in time to arrive at or before Feb. 14th. Hooray!

Fancy Felines; Saintly City Cat Show

*listen to this while you read cat stuff*

I like cats, I really do. I have a cat and she is my lazy little black shadow. Trailing behind me as I peruse my apartment, conversing and pawing at dust bunnies. I love her dearly.

Do I have a membership to Cat Fancy? Nope. Do I feel compelled to drape myself in as much feline related clothing as possible? Norp. Do I ask prospective intimate companions to dress as kitties? Good heavens, that would be hilarious… but sadly, no.

So… how did I end up at a cat show, nexus of feline fortitude and worship? Eh, it sounded like fun. Something to check off the internal list of human experiences, along side eating an entire bag of potato chips, and…pfft… I don’t know… hitting your head on an open cabinet door in the kitchen.

The 40th Annual Saintly City Cat Championship Cat Show will feature hundreds cats from the United States and Canada competing. The highest scoring male and female will be crowned Winter Carnival Household Pet King and Queen.

The mostly snoozing cat population was only slightly inconvenienced by my photo requests.

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Loki, the Burmese

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Teddy Bear

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These beautiful cats and the people that tirelessly dote on them were so kind and accepting. Happy to share their experiences and eager to compare cat tales. Easily falling into discussions of rules and regulations; what makes a champion, the ribbon system, and very complex point accumulations. It was most charming to just talk to people who had a real passion, and were happy to have a community to revel in…

The cats… couldn’t have cared less. Seriously.

I have edited the final picture to convey the true sentiment of these majestic beings…

Feel the love.

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