Making yogurt isn’t cooking. Not really. It’s more like conjuring spirits: You create the conditions that summon mysterious creatures, invisible to the naked eye, to do all the real work.
In the case of yogurt, the “creatures” are good bacteria, or “live, active cultures” or, to use their trendier handle of late, probiotics. Whatever you call them, the lactic acid bacteria are the kitchen grunts, transforming milk into thick, tangy yogurt while you brag on social media about your experiments with heirloom cultures. The process, I guess, echoes the hierarchy of restaurants: the hidden, anonymous line cooks (the cultures) do all the heavy lifting, and the head chef (you) takes all the credit.
Making yogurt is easier than cooking, at least once you grasp its unique demands. When I decided to try my hand at it, my Facebook declaration drew four immediate comments from people about their experiences — or their family’s experiences — producing yogurt at home. I had offers of assistance and/or a recipe.
The cynics among us might think this fascination with homemade yogurt is connected to our desire for prolonged life (or the fact that most supermarket brands are larded with stabilizers, sweeteners and other additives to mute the natural flavor and texture of fresh yogurt). After all, beneficial bacteria — like the kind in yogurt with live, active cultures — have been linked to improved digestion and to a reduced risk of heart disease. The cultures might even improve our mood.