Have I lost my mind? I sure hope so, ’cause if losing one’s mind means discovering the last number on the keypad which unlocks the 3rd and final door to the cheese lab, then I’ve lost my mind big time! It’s like crawling over the bed of nails, which hovers over the hot coals, leading through the ring of fire, over the snapping alligators, bypassing dinner with the dragons, under the castle floor, straight up the side to the top of the cheese chamber. My point? With the knowledge that we now both have – sing it with me – we are never, ever, ever – buying ricotta, remember! Ever.
And if you don’t believe me, take my ricotta cheese challenge – (assuming you have the milk, cream, vinegar & cheesecloth to make it). The challenge? Send someone to the store to buy some and you go in the kitchen and make some – you’ll be sitting in a chair by the window licking ricotta off a spoon wondering if the car’s broken down before your challenger finally squeals in the driveway. You’ll now see firsthand what Little Miss Muffet was eating while sitting on that tuffet before she freaked out! If she’d only gotten herself some cheesecloth – she would have gone down in history a little differently – like the babe who happened upon ricotta, as opposed to the scaredy cat who took off down the road! ‘Nuff said. Go make yourself some creamy, dreamy ricotta, make some crostini, and you’ve just made something to take anywhere – from your table to every table you’ll ever end up at – talk about a spread.