So if freshly made ricotta tastes this good, imagine if I made my own cheese! How great would that taste? I stopped buying pre-shredded cheese a while ago. It’s true I hate hate hate using the box grater (or worse the clean-up nightmare of the food processor) but if it’s good enough for Martha Stewart I suppose I can deal with it. Grating your own cheese simply tastes better. As an added plus you don’t have the non-recyclable plastic it comes in, nor do you ingest whatever they put on it to stop it from molding.
So after Karen gave me her house-made ricotta and I had spared no expense or effort (that damn box grater) to match the quality of her cheese I had a realization. I thought, hey, if ricotta is this delicious and makes this much difference, and as an added plus (I like the additional added plusses) it’s this easy to make, why not make my own . . . I don’t know. . . Stilton?
Just what I need, another hobby. And one that would make my condo smell like butt. The smell of cheese making is not always fragrant as one might imagine.
I recall that when I was in college I gave my grandfather a cheese making kit for Christmas. I have no idea what I was thinking. He, not being the most gracious person on Earth, asked me why in the world would I think he wanted to make cheese? Like I said, I don’t know what I was thinking. In any event, about a month later I received, in the mail at school in Madison, a plastic bag of something that appeared similar in consistency, but not color, to cottage cheese.
I threw it away.
I’m going to stick with being the recipient of Karen’s largess.