I have a long history with congealing liquids.
I made friends with Jell-O about the time I started speaking in complete sentences.
My family ate it almost every night, because I always wanted to help in the kitchen, and Jell-O was within my abilities.
No knives, no flames. I’d just sit on the counter, happily stirring away.
It affected me pretty deeply.
You can tell because, years later, I get a thrill out of something that requires basically the same skills: making yogurt.