Tuesday the 11the, a fine day indeed. It was 01,11,11. A weird day to make cheese. I have made my own mozzarella back in Arizona on a number of occasions, but for some reason, the stars, the planets, the world around me and life itself conspired to make my foray into cheese making on this day and at that time, difficult. First off, getting the milk was a problem. I bought organic milk from Whole Foods, and the dairy manager assured me, after looking at the label, (a process that I had already done) that this milk was not homogenized. I still have no idea what happened, but lets just say that the cheese we made, did indeed form curds, but that the melting process that I normally use to melt the cheese to form the balls, did not work at all. These curds stubbornly refused to melt even when we dunked them in boiling water and we attempted to form the balls, but the curds remained dry and crumbly. As my technique hasn't altered, my age and memory may have, but I still think that it has something to do with the milk we used. I will try to get some raw milk this week and make some more before classes on the 22nd. Anyway, all of the lovely young and luscious ladies that were here still told me they had a good time, we made a mess, got our hands heated up to hot, and then ate some delicious pasta with the rather dry mozzarella balls on top. All in all, with some very nice wines, we had a great time. The guys did not like washing all the dishes this morning, but hey, that's what they get paid to do.
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