Do it yourself: save money, eat better by making your own yogurt

Nov 17, 2009 by

Do you dream of getting your hands on some raw, local, organically produced milk from grass-fed, pastured cows at a reasonable price? Do you love the idea of making your own simple, old-fashioned cultured milk products?

Where there’s a will, there’s probably a way.

I am getting three gallons of good raw milk every other week from a farm in the area. I make four quarts of delicious and nutritious yogurt for about $7 every other week.  It’s extremely simple and satisfying.  It’s an easy way to be more self-reliant and less dependent on industrial food corporations. It’s also a great way to give your kids a closer relationship to food and its magic.

The sources for good raw milk tend to be more underground than otherwise, but such sources…

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Asparagus Egg Drop Soup

Mar 31, 2009 by

Asparagus egg drop  This springtime soup is super easy and quick, yet elegant and delicious. The name is enough to get children interested, and the process of dropping the eggs is perfect for young cooks: one to crack and drop, one to whisk, switching mid-way, of course. It’s a perfect set-up to get kids wanting to try something new.

4 T olive oil

2 onions, halved and thinly sliced

8 C vegetable or chicken broth

1 lb fresh asparagus, tough ends removed, cut into one-inch lengths

4 eggs

Salt, pepper, grated parmesan cheese

 

1.  In a large saucepan, heat the oil. Add the onion…

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French Kids Don't Get Fat, But Do French Kids Cook?

Mar 17, 2009 by

 
Kid cooking Jeff, a reader from Portland, asks: “I wonder as I read your blog whether your family chips in on meals . . . or is this a solo activity.

I have found that my daughters, who are 8 and 12, really enjoy chipping in. But since your kids are older, has the novelty worn off for them, as to cooking . . . ?

 

 

 
Reading through my diary from seventh grade recently, I came across some bitter complaining about how my mom had made me do some cooking for dinner. But then I concluded my whining thus: “But I kinda liked it.”

Then once, and only once, in high school, for some reason, I selected my own recipe, Salisbury Steak—basically a hamburger patty in sauce—something I…

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