Galley Notes: Yogurt Flatbread AKA. It’s Crazy Hot Outside but I Still Want to Eat Bread

I was fortunate enough to grow up eating homemade bread. Every few months my Dad would arrive home from town with a 100 pound bag of flour. He would heave it out of the back of his Volvo station wagon and appear in the doorway of the kitchen with it resting on his shoulder, like…

Galley Notes: Making Yogurt On Board (AKA. Battle of the Bacteria)

As someone who travels as part of their daily life it seems inevitable that once a year or so I suffer through a bout of food poisoning. Tuesday, on a quick trip to town to pick up laundry, it seems I also picked up some greeblies. I won’t bore you with the details but let’s…

Galley Notes; Saffron Yogurt and Stove-Top Baked Yogurt Herb Bread

When Steve returns from a stint away working he always brings me a few special things. This time it was some fancy hand cream, a couple chocolate bars from duty-free (chocolate is expensive in this part of the world), a can of ready-to-eat hummus, a small bottle of perfume and a bottle of hazelnut butter. An…