Homemade Dry Creamer

As I mentioned in my food frugality post I'm making things at home more often to save money as the store-bought variety becomes more expensive. That includes dry coffee creamer, which has almost doubled in price over the last year. I went hunting for a simple recipe using nonfat dry milk and found this one, which I began tweaking by leaving out the powdered sugar.

One envelope of dry nonfat milk and about one tablespoon of liquid coconut oil are what I use now to make my own creamer. Here's a side-by-side comparison with storebought on the right and my homemade version on the left. You do need to keep stirring the homemade creamer as the coconut oil can settle in the bottom.

The nice thing is I don't have to use a lot of my homemade creamer; just a spoonful works (vs. two spoonfuls of the storebought variety.) There's also zero chemicals in mine, always a plus. Disclaimer: if you're lactose intolerant like me you will need to take a lactase pill with your coffee when you add dry creamer made from milk (this is also why I can't use liquid creamer.)

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Stuff

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Journal Find

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The Numbers

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