Mishti Doi | Udder Fun in Chickmagalur
I'm suffering from a dreadful case of foot and mouth. Always one to exaggerate just a teeny weeny bit, this time I've really put my foot in it. I'm holidaying with Hansom Hubby and family in a lush coffee plantation nestled in the Western Ghats of India in Chickmagalur. Weaving through the working farm across the coffee drying yards and between the cow sheds I announced quite presumptuously that I have many special hidden talents. "You know, if we had time, I'd milk one of these cows and make a damn fine Mishti Doi dessert for you all." I didn't expect anyone to take me up on the offer. We have time. Lots of it, they all declared. We'd love to see you milk a cow and taste your fine dessert. Success! Mishti Doi that I made with milk from cows I milked on location at a Chickmaglur coffee plantation. "I don't think she can," twinkled my brother. "But it would be an awful lot of fun to see her get kicked by the cow." So terribly
