Hooked on Homemade Yogurt

After college, I traveled abroad, landing in the little-known Mediterranean capital of Tirana, Albania. There, I lived with a lovely, tiny woman who cooked all the time — in a kitchen the size of a closet, with electrical power¬†that was spotty at best. And yet, her food was wonderful — layers of phyllo dough, richContinue reading “Hooked on Homemade Yogurt”