(Off for two weeks and back with my least popular feature! I rock at this.)
Remember that time about forever ago when I spent an afternoon drinking wine and reading Sunset magazine, suddenly decided that I was the kind of person who made things at home and ordered a cheese-making kit and a mushroom log? Yeah, I was a little fuzzy on that one too. But apparently Cameron was getting a little irked about having this unused cheese-making kit hanging around the kitchen,*** so last weekend we went ahead and used it.
And you know what?
It turned out pretty dang good.
Okay, yes, it cost about four times as much as just buying a mozzarella, even before you factor in the time it took. And for all that, if you held a gun to my head,**** I would probably be forced to admit that I couldn’t really tell the difference between it and the storebought version.
But whatever. It’s cheese and I made it and it is delicious with a little fancy aged balsamic, and I am going to have some more when I get home.
Next weekend, we’re making ricotta.
*Make Your Own Mozzarella.**
**How many words can you change in an acronym before the point is lost?
***The mushroom log bloomed once, providing exactly three mushrooms, before returning to its base state of “log.” I’m not sure what it says about me that I can’t even get something to rot properly, but I’m pretty sure it’s nothing good.