I'm going to make cheese. It's happening, probably tomorrow, beginning with ricotta. And it will be recorded. I'll probably end up with cheese on my camera lens. Right now, though, I'm just eating cheese.
After my extremely late dinner of a giant scoop of hummus with crackers, I had a hankering for dessert. I opened the freezer and took one look at the old standby ice cream and knew it was no good. In fact, the only sweet thing that was really appealing to me was the porto in the fridge-o, and look, just a few door shelves up - cheese, a perfect match! I used to make cheese plates at A16 when I worked in the pantry. I despised making them. They took forever and threw off my whole rhythm. Once again, making something for myself is a million times more rewarding than making it for some douchy low-tippin' bastard...or even a good customer. Here, along with the largest raspberries ever grown, is organic chevre from the Amaltheia Dairy, P'tit Basque, and Le Gruyere. They are goat, sheep, and cows milk, respectively. The basque is my favorite - I was inappropriately excited when they had whole wheels of it at Costco, but I managed to suppress the urge to squeal. The chevre was best smashed into the raspberries. And the gruyere, well, it was ok. It's never been one of my favorites.
Today was a particularly good day for my kitchen. My lovely mother subsidized an upgrade to stainless steel from my old, scratched non-stick crap that's been through the dishwasher about 800 times too many. I also acquired les fromages, way too many raspberries and blackberries, peaches (cobblers? fruit tarts?), more garden kale, and a new cookbook, Ad hoc at home, by Thomas Keller. He's the guy from The French Laundry, and this the cookbook from his 'comfort food' restaurant, which translates to the ingredients being less obscure and expensive. I also found my old Escoffier, and borrowed my mom's baking guide/picture book.
I threw in the Arabian cookbook for something blue. Because I'm getting married. To my kitchen.