Yogrrrrrt

I. Hate. Yogurt.

Lie. I love yogurt, it's pretty much the highlight of the diet for me. (That, and honey, and both together—yay honey!!!) But somehow I landed in an apartment that is absolutely determined to sabotage all my attempts at yogurt making. Sad face.

• Attempt 1: Yogurt in a crock pot on warm. Fail. Too hot.
• Attempt 2: Add more starter to crock pot (off), then leave with desk lamp. Fail. Too cold.
• Attempt 3: Add a bit more starter, bundle in a sleeping bag and place on top of frig with desk lamp. Fail. Too cold.
• Attempt 4: Place in oven on warm. Began as a fail (too hot), but with door propped just right and more starter, I had my first success.
• Attempt 5: Place in oven again…roommate's bf spills it everywhere.
• Attempt 6: Grocery denies my card at midnight…turns out my bank is down. Fail. No starter.
• Attempt 7: Place in oven. Fail. I don't even know why the **** why, but could be because I went back to the grocery and…someone got there ten minutes before and grabbed every container of the only plain/organic/live culture my grocery sells. I tried vanilla.
• Attempt 8: Place in oven. Fail. I get to cry over spilling the milk(/starter) this time.

Yogurt, half spilled.

• Attempt 9: Place in oven, add more starter and milk to above. Fail. Too hot.

I would like to point out: college student. This stuff ain't cheap. 24q4renkjl;dfj. So I'm currently eating attempts 7 and 9, despite their being too thin and cooked/dead (respectively). This probably means I'm getting all kinds of milk sugar I shouldn't be, but c'est la vie—I don't have the money and my roommates are tired of the oven being occupied/apartment being stuffy 24 hours at a time.

Frickin yogurt.