Saturday we went into the Big City to visit friends and eat sushi (yum!) then we got together back at home with friends to watch UFC. How I went from someone who hated sushi and wresting, to someone who will drive 1.5 hours to eat sushi and will spend 4 hours watching men pummel each other until they bleed/pass out is beyond me.
The very most exciting part of the weekend was yesterday when I spent the afternoon making cheese with my friend semicrunchymom.
We started with milk (and a couple of other things from the cheesemaking kit she bought):
And ended up with mozzarella:
Then we started out with milk again (see previous picture; it looked exactly the same), and ended up with ricotta:
It was very exciting to see the change from milk to curds and whey. It was one of those things that happens in moment, much like the moment when whipping cream turns into butter and butter milk. It was a lovely afternoon, and a fantastic reminder that cooking is really just math and chemistry.
