I first became obsessed with the idea of making my own yoghurt when I lived in France for six months after leaving school. Those cute little glass jars that can be found in even the most unexceptional French supermarket were so much more enticing than the plastic-potted dairy products of my childhood; they were understated, alluring and rich with promise, the contents fresh-tasting, creamy, tart and tangy. You can find such delights today on the Real France stall at London’s Borough Market. But how much more fun to make them at home!
Knowing of my aspirations in this area, a very dear friend went to a great deal of trouble a few years ago to find me an authentic French yaourtière for my birthday. My experiences were CLICK TO KEEP READING…>