the Friday kitchen

It used to be when the kids were little, I’d spend my mornings whirling around the kitchen (or reading to kids or supervising chores or running errands). Now that I’m focused on starting up Milkslinger, I’m spending whole days in front of the computer which means my cooking creativity gets squeezed in around the edges. I miss the full-focus kitchen flurry, but today, it turned out, was a throw-back.

Thus far (it was 12:36 p.m. when I sat down to type this, cup of mocha in hand), I have…

*mixed up a batch of sourdough. 

*mixed and shaped sourdough bagels and set them to rise. 

*made a gorgonzola cheese and got it in the mold.

*flipped and resalted the brining cumin-tomato cheese I made earlier this week.

*scooped yesterday’s batch of clotted cream into a bowl for some luscious weekend indulging.

*made a batch of currant cream scones with the leftover clotted cream cream to eat with the creamy clotted cream.

(It was not the right kind of scone: they were too delicate to withstand the weight of the clotted cream, so I’ll be making a batch of sweetened biscuits shortly.)

Also, not pictured, I churned a batch of chocolate brownie ice cream. And yet to do: make those biscuits, make a double batch of chocolate ice cream, fix supper, shape the sourdough, and continue to baby the gorgonzola along. (But first, I might hit the couch for a coffee nap.)

So much cooking goodness! It has been glorious.

How’s your Friday going?

This same time, years previous: Ferdinand, the quotidian (9.6.21), some big news, a hernia, hip-hip!, made it, proper procedure for toweling off after a shower, in my kitchen, regretful wishing.