Being the wearer of many “hats of responsibility” that I am,
there isn’t always much time to “mess around” in the kitchen.
Usually I am always in the kitchen with
a focus. I.e. because someone is bleating at me with
hunger. Not yesterday. Nope.
I woke up refreshed after a terrific date night with the
hubs. Maybe it was the Jalapeno Popper pizza eaten the night
before or maybe watching a good western with my own cowboy
sitting on my left, but I was able to approach Sunday with
zest! I woke up at a modest time, started some Tater Soup for
supper (I got Idaho roots, ya know), turned out some bread dough for
basic sandwich bread, and then scurried off to the late church
service. After lunch, I found myself with a couple of hours
to spare. Kids were not really content and the
hubs was catching beauty sleep a power
nap.
I. Made. Cheese.
If you have checked into the previous post, you know
that we have a cheese making class coming up at the end of the
month. My email box has been on fire with registration
information requests (if you haven’t yet signed up, do it now)! All of this energy and
excitement caused me to think that I should at least get my feet
wet with the knowlege of making the creamy goodness that cheese
is! I’m not
sure that cheese and feet should be in the same
sentence. Now, you must know that I am
not teaching the class, but my ever so talented partner
in crime, Diane Fish, will be at the helm for this one.
And, let me be the first to tell you that you are in for
a treat!
The lazy Sunday afternoon picture is something like this:
And here is what a couple of hours of pure joy produced:
Mozarella on the left, ricotta on the right. I did
this a couple of times. So, now there is two glorious rounds
of mozarella and a nice batch of ricotta waiting in
my fridge. Waiting for lasagna noodles
and a jar of my delightful pasta sauce with
homemade Italian sausage added to it. Just waiting for
that moment that I can slip back in the kitchen and “mess
around”.
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