The Folks At Dannon Are Going To Be Mad

In my continuing effort to make everything more difficult than it has to be, I've tried making my own yogurt. I know what you're thinking: yogurt sucks. And you're right. But I try to eat it daily anyway because I'm supposed to and because I always do what I'm told. However, one can go broke buying good quality plain yogurt, so I needed to find an alternative. As with everything in my life, I did lots of research and finally purchased a yogurt maker based on good reviews and a generous coupon from the fine folks at Bed, Bath & Beyond. 

Today I heated the milk, organic 2% in this case, on the stove until bubbly around the edges and steaming in the middle, then added a tablespoon of store-bought yogurt (that's where you get the culture from that makes your gut so happy) and performed a little trickery and spilled on my countertops. I'm hoping that part improves with practice. Then I filled the little glass jars and set them in the maker for ten hours and--voila!--yogurt. It actually looks pretty thin and not very appetizing, but yogurt never looks very appetizing so I'm probably on track.

My yogurt creation is chilling now, so I won't find out till tomorrow if I need to go back to the drawing board. But I'm hoping that plenty of homegrown honey from my little cousin John's apiary in Andover and some cinnamon and a banana will make the whole deal palatable. I'm not cool enough to appreciate plain yogurt on its own merits yet, so this is what I need to do to choke it down. Please remind me, why did I decide to make my own yogurt again?