cheesemaking and cute kitties

One day, many moons ago, I went over to my friend Barb’s house to make cheese. (Who else can tell that I’m catching up on my blogging? ;)) (And yes, that is the same Barb as from the beautiful wedding in Colorado!)We had a grand old time, making a soft, smooth ricotta and an herby, squeaky mozz. Mind if I share some photos with you, then?

Me, stirring away...


And straining...

The ricotta, just hangin out

Some herby mozzarella, pre-stretching

All that time that we were stirring and stretching the yet-to-be-cheese, my heart was being stolen bit by bit by the handsome Mr. Ivan, Barb’s cat. Isn’t he a looker?!

Ivan the handsome

And ultimately, Barb, Ivan and I sat down to a lovely cheese plate at the end of the evening. Yum!


cat cake

call me a narcissist, but i am openly admitting to the world that today is my birthday. so, naturally, being addicted to sugar, i have been dreaming up what my ideal cake would be, and LO and behold! a cat person’s cake dream SPEWED FORTH from flickr. these cakes are HILARIOUS. that is the only reason for this post.

(ps: sorry, cakewrecks, I didn’t mean to copy you. forgive me: it’s my birthday)
(pps: do you think obama wants one of these? it’s his bday, too).

french cat birthday cake.

freaky jumping kitties.

yarn ball cake.

cat tea party. (kind of makes you wonder what the tea party would think about this. i WISH they were this peaceful-seeming.)

if *you* were ever to make me a cat birthday cake, this is the one I want. it is the least scary of all. plus the frosting looks like butter.