Tonight is sandwich night, and to go with our creamy cauliflower soup, I was going to make open-faced ricotta (good ricotta, not that commercial, gritty Polly-O crap) sandwiches with heirloom tomatoes, but a wedge of P'tit Basque that I had forgotten about since before we left for Hawaii was calling to me. So the ricotta will have to wait until breakfast where it will get a drizzle of honey.
It's one of my favorite cheeses of all time. I'm particularly partial to sheep's milk cheese (maybe it's my Roman heritage) and I just love it's salty earthiness. Bunny loves it, too. She declared it "deelicious."
Tonight I cut it into thin slices and placed it atop chewy, toasted Ezekiel bread (also a fave of mine) with juicy tomatoes, a sprinkling of sea salt and fresh cracked pepper.
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