So, remember how I told you all that there was little to do here besides cook? Well, scratch that, it looks like my great plans for spending my days making complicated but delicious food things is yet another example of my getting on everyone’s nerves. Given the fact that this house has exactly three kitchens, I thought I could shut myself up in one of them, make food and clean up after myself without getting in anybody’s way and also contributing to the meals, thereby making myself somewhat useful. Turns out I was wrong, and I’m just being annoying. My boyfriend’s mother’s hints to the effect were none too subtle: after she squirreled through my suitcase when we were in the city, found the jars I brought to make preserves, decided she liked them and that they were hers now, took the olive oil I brought to marinate grilled eggplant and used it to cook with, threw away the whey I had put aside to make ricotta over my splutters of “nu! wait!” and three times “forgot” to put aside 3 liters of milk from the evening milking before dumping a cup of rennet in it, I decided to give up completely. Good thing there’s internet here!
It’s a pity, too. On my list was fresh mozzarella, ricotta, pizza made with that mozzarella and canoli made with that ricotta, grilled and marinated spicy eggplant, funghi trifolati, a new cake I’ve invented and made exactly once but that turned out to be pretty awesome breakfast fare, which I am now calling crostata di leche asada, strudel, fresh pasta, pomodori al riso, ice cream, and anything else anyone felt a fancy to. Oh well. If any of you want to know how to make any of the aforementioned things, I’ll be happy to indulge in a little food porn and make a post about it anyway. In the meantime, I’ll be doing a lot more netflix and internet surfing than I thought I would be for the rest of the week.
I suppose laying in bed with a laptop perched on my knees for a week was my teenager’s idea of a heavenly holiday. I’ll be fulfilling that dream at last!