Where these now grow was once a combination of heavily packed patches of gravel, yard debris from nearby neighbours, and a wild tangle of blackberries. When imagining what once was, this metamorphosis could be similar to that of moths and butterflies.
After the rain let up and while it was still overcast, I decided to take a few photos of this little corner now that the Blushing Bride hydrangea is nearing the peak of her summer beauty.
Oh, and remember that comment I made in the last post exclaiming how I never realized it was so easy to make ricotta at home? Well, guess who made some? Three guesses and the first two don’t count. Not only was it incredibly easy to make but it tastes so creamy and delicious. Another advantage of making your own ricotta is that you can control the texture. I prefer mine less wet so that’s how I made it. I’ll be making this on a regular basis.
The simple pleasures of life give us lasting satisfaction.
Avijeet Das
mmm, mmm, mmm, it looks flat yummy
gotta love the top image. i can nearly smell the woodland.
A beautiful metamorphosis, indeed! It evokes a sense of serenity. Your desire for a drier ricotta is how I feel about cottage cheese.
Your ricotta venture reminds me of my mother, many years ago, making clotted cream, which, in those days, we knew as scalded cream. Soda bread, jam and scalded cream was a great treat.But my mother used to say “Don’t tell people we eat this!” Of course, I asked “WHY? “Because it’s what poor people eat.”