There comes a time in every person’s life when you’re forced to face uncomfortable truths about yourself. Last week I experienced such a moment when I opened my refrigerator to start cleaning it out. I stood there for a time, letting all the cold air escape, and with it this inescapable fact: I am a messy refrigerator bag lady.
Q: I started making yogurt a few months ago and the results have been rather inconsistent. My friend’s mother showed me how, which is basically the same method The Kitchn posted. I didn’t have a thermometer the first time, but the result was what I consider perfect yogurt. Beginner’s luck, maybe, the batches that followed got progressively worse.
Huddled under the covers, hitting the snooze button on these chilly fall mornings? Tell me about it! With the temperature creeping lower and lower, practically the only thing getting me to rise and shine is the thought of a hearty breakfast of steel-cut oatmeal waiting in the kitchen.
In anticipation of busy mornings, I often cook up a batch on Sunday to eat all week. Here’s how I do it.
Way back in February of 2008, I wrote Washing-Up Buddha, my first Weekend Meditation for The Kitchn. It’s been years since I’ve revisited that post, so I took another look this morning just to see what I was up to back then. I had long forgotten what I wrote and I was a little worried. Would I find that I feel differently than I did then? Did I say something I wished I hadn’t? Have I changed a lot or maybe not enough?