For a period of time, I lived with a roommate who was a cheese maker. Sometimes she would bring home samples of their goat cheese, and she went through an experimental period where she was making an array of fresh products from goat’s milk. It made me dream of being a cheese maker…such a careful, but simple process that leads to such an artisinal product.
Then, I read a recipe from Jennifer Perillo on Food52. She wrote about how her love of making fresh ricotta has turned into an addiction – she was turning out a pot or two each week. Since I had all the ingredients in my fridge (including some wonderfully fresh, local whole milk), I dove in. Now, I too, am addicted to the process – though the consequences of winding up with more each week is that I have to find new ways to eat it (which is hard, because I happen to just love it by the spoonful…maybe with a drizzle of honey).
To ricotta…helping me discover my dreams of being a cheesemaker one teasingly simple pot at a time…
