I grew up here in Arizona. As a child, we lived in the middle of nowhere outside Phoenix. What are now strip malls and housing developments was just desert in the early 60’s. Hot, dry desert.
My father was interested in all kinds of things. He experimented with everything from greenhouses to healthy foods. We were the only children who had to eat wheat germ on our cereal. We weren’t allowed dyed foods or much sugar. Dad kept bees. We ate honey. He was ahead of his time in a lot of ways. I thought he was crazy.
Before yogurt was commonly sold in grocery stores, flavored with everything imaginable and loaded with sugar, gelatin and who knows what else, my dad was making yogurt. Worse yet, he was making us eat yogurt. He made it by burying jars of milk in the ground. He said that’s how people did it in the Middle East. Didn’t he know we lived in Arizona? This stuff made wheat germ taste like candy! It was horrible. He ate it warm! He made us eat it warm. Even our dog wouldn’t eat it. But we had to “try it.” Yuk.
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