Several hours after having turned the machine on, I went to check to see if the milk was firming up and it didn't look quite right. There was too much liquid floating at the top. So I increased the time on the machine and figured I was just being impatient. I went to sleep and hoped it would still miraculously morph intocreamy, smooth yogurt.
I awoke to find this rancid-looking creation which I sniffed, examined and promptly dumped down the drain. Izzy wanted to know what had happened and I said that the yogurt had curdled. Which then of course prompted, "Curdle rhymes with turtle, mama." Yes indeed!
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