Our Little *SECRET* Up On the Hill

~Where we'll walk every step of *forever*, together.

To His Glory.

torsdag 26. november 2009


Guess who woke up this morning, carefully lifted one end of a dish towel hiding a bowl of milk, just to dip her finger in it to see whether it had the consistence of thick yoghurt or thin milk? And guess who was more than a little bit excited (and the proudest gal in the world) when she discovered it was YOGHURT!!!
Then she made scones for breakfast (but that's another story..)

So here's what she did with that yoghurt...
Last night, around 6 pm she heated 1 liter (4 quarts) to 40C and 140F
(you know when it's about bathing temperature =)

Then she added 2-3 tablespoons of store bought yoghurt (not the diet type) to it and stirred till it dissolved. Then she wrapped a bath towel around the container and put the dishtowel over the top, so that the mixture could get enough air without bugs or dust. And she went to bed.

And at 6 am this morning. She had YOGHURT!! =) =) =) =)
It looked perfect,

the consistence was perfect,

the taste was perfect.

(it's beyond me how it could develop from me doing practically nothing, though)

I'm thankful for yoghurt.

And for the Lord being good and working through everything perfectly,
despite me acting like a whiny kid...

åslaug abigail

Oh, and I used no metal utensils (except for heating the milk), but I don't know if that matters at all, just thought I should mention it... And the other thing, that I do know for a fact, if you want to use your own yoghurt as starter the next time, put a few tablespoons away before you stir it up. My starter is in the photo above. You might want to use a little more as starter of your own, than you do of the store bought yoghurt.

onsdag 11. november 2009

News From Sleeping Beauty

I'm back in my old kindergarden/day care center. The children seems to have been concerned about the way of sleeping arrangements "over there".

We were sitting by the table, drawing the other morning. The three little girls were drawing magic stairways and beds, so I was drawing a wooden bed with a quilt on.

A co-worker of mine (to the children):

Oh, åslaug is probably drawing the bed she was sleeping in in America.

A little blonde haired girl leans over to look at my drawing, her eyes big:

Woow, could you sleep over there???


And then yesterday one of the boys approached me, crawling all over a stack of mattresses:

On the farm (they know I stayed on a farm in America), did you sleep with the animals?


-Why not?

-Well, they had beds in the house...


Short pause while his little brain was processing this new information.

-Not even with the cow?

-No, the cow slept outside.

-Oh. And not with the dog?

I wonder what they've been told about farmgirls?

Working all the time, no time for sleep,

and if such a thing as a nap should ever occur it has got to be next to the cow?

I have fun talking to them though, they are SO CUTE... and, seriously concerned!


I'm going to bed,

I'm back to the life where it's all about

the battle for getting enough of this wonderful thing: sleep!


åslaug abigail