Cheese, Apples, and Peaches

Joe gets randomly inspired to cook things. One day it'll be dan dan mein, another day it'll be canned jam. This time around, it was homemade ricotta cheese. I was dubious. I mean, seriously, you're gonna make cheese? That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. But after only two ingredients (milk and lemon), and a little cheesecloth to strain, the ricotta formed and it formed good! He made a pancetta, ricotta, pea pasta to eat for dinner. So creamy and fresh, it makes us never want to eat another kind of ricotta again! Here's a photo of the ricotta hanging and straining. Of course I had to put Tristan next to it for scale purposes.








On an ambitious Friday, I cooked for 9 people. How we squeezed into this tiny apartment, I still don't understand. But we did. And I made this gorgeous apple crostata again. Always a crowd pleaser, and so easy on the eyes:










 Kimi, Joe, baby, and I decided to go peach picking in Brentwood, CA. So we drove to McKinney Farms. I don't know what I was preparing for: maybe intense heat, harsh conditions, you know, agricultural farming stuff. But you just pull your car up, grab a box, walk 10 feet to a tree, and pull the peaches off the trees. It was even easier then walking to May Wah to buy groceries. While Kimi and Joe picked, I fed Tristan a juicy one, and he ate the whole thing. Course, he got 50% on his shirt, but the other 50% made him so happy.