How to make yoghurt

Take some organic milk (unpasterised is my favourite, it is delicious), heat it and stop it just before it's about to boil over on the hob. Let it cool down to a comfortable heat (in books, they recommend a certain temperature like 45 degrees maybe, but I prefer to follow what my skin tells me, if I find it comfortable, then the bacteria will probably also like it.)

A heat comfortable enough to put your hand in it like for a baby's bath.
Once it's cold enough, take some probiotic capsules that need decluttering from the fridge as you have some new ones with algae just arrived, and take a couple, preferably from different bottles, just in case the bastards are selling a product which is dead, so at least one of them will work.

Add the probiotic powder to the warm milk without the capsule, stir it with something. Fingers will do if you can't find a wooden spoon. (I have the feeling metal spoons would change the energy of the milk)

Find a jar. Put the milk and probiotic mix in it, and tighten it properly so it won't leak in case of turbulence.

Put the yoghurt in a constant-warm place for quite a few hours, you will see it is done when you see clarified milk starting to separate from the mix.


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Alternative way of making Yoghurt if you don't have a warm place:

Take a woman in pain, the best is something similar to period pains. It creates a aching, really hot tummy which is crying away, saying "why, oh why have you separated myself from me?"
A woman that feels she needs to compensate for that lost love somehow, and is willing to spare that love with something in preparation that requires attention and care, as well as a lot of warmth.
The milk...The yoghurt mix.

The best place for the jar of hopeful-yoghurt is near that tummy with this nurturing, needing to love and be loved, just quietly, without anyone knowing.
Carry this yoghurt with you, on you, close to your skin. Make sure it never gets cold, look after it when you think about it.
Don't leave it too often or too long on its own.
Tell it all your sorrow and your wishes for love and care. You can talk to it like to an unborn child, it will understand, it is there, for you. All it wants is nurture, grow, and share love, swap energies.

Don't despair if you see nothing happening during the day in the yoghurt mix; you may be expecting some "coagulation" to take place, as it is yoghurt making, but, patience..
I personally did expect it a bit sooner than it happened; and thought it wasn't working but some hope kept coming back somehow. Nurturing this being, in the pain, was like a relief and a joy.

When the afternoon and the evening has gone, you will have had the yoghurt in your trouser's belt for quite a few hours, and you wonder, as you do not know what to do next.
Well, Don't think twice: Take the yoghurt to bed with you.
It will be warm between the covers and the warmth of your body should be enough to keep it at a warm enough temperature for the lactobacifillus (sorry, I can't spell your name yet) and other creatures to reproduce happily and transform the milk into something done since ancient times.


During the night, it went cold several times, and, concerned about it, I drew it closer to me again as it had escaped, pushed away by uncomfortable ribs.
It felt like it was another creature. Well, it was...

In the morning, lost hope and thinking I was going to find a thickish-disgusting looking bit of off-milk, I actually found...A family of yoghurt, very solid and happily standing together as a mass in the middle of the pot. It was even overdone as the amount of clarified milk was a lot more than the yogurt they make at home.
I had never seen, when I opened it, a yoghurt so solid and standing. It looked like a ball of crumbly mozzarella.
I thought that yoghurt needed a very peaceful, non movemented environment to grow in, but instead it got shaken, mixed around, thrown at the other end of the bed...It wasn't like a nice and warm cocoon yoghurt machine! But...It worked!

This yoghurt felt sacred, sacred like Life.
It was shared and consummed for several days. It was love, pure love. It was hard to explain how it felt like something very precious and dear, with a lot of energy and light about it.

How to make yoghurt. I was glad the central heating was off... It wouldn't have been such an...enlightening...experience.

Orgn writen 09/07/08