Not much to report...

I'm still a little surprised about yesterday's phone call.

For dinner, Galina and I split one of the New York strip steaks that I bought a box of, on sale at roughly 40% off, from the butcher shop not far from the Seabrook house. Galina pronounced the meat to be excellent.

I tried making yogurt in an old cooler, using an Radio Shack air thermometer to track temperature. The heat source was one of those puny little yogurt-makers that will let you make five small containers at a time, augmented by a candle. The temperature reported by the thermometer never went above about 103°F, and spent most of an 8 hour period in the mid-90s.

Everything seemed to go well, up until I removed the containers from the cooler. They were quite hot to the touch and when I measured the temperature using a contact thermometer, it was about 120°F, which is way too high for yogurt to remain viable.

All of the home-made yogurt is in the fridge. Tomorrow, I shall do a cautious tasting. I cannot imaging the product being bad, although I can imagine its consistency to be poor.

Time to hit the rack.

Cheers...