When I returned from DC, I noticed that Husband's paranoid fear that we might run out of yogurt (yes, seriously - yogurt) had run amok while I was gone. Here's to strong bones and let's just hope the power doesn't go out any time soon.
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I did almost the same thing while my wife was on a business trip last. My excuse was that the yogart was on sale.
Husband bought 16 yogurts and came home to discover that we already had about 16 in the fridge...
My mother, Rose, started out making yogurt in our kitchen in a giant bucket. She used to say there is no such thing as too much yogurt.*
*Except when my brother fell into the bucket once. We threw that batch out.
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