I strolled out to the garden to see what needed doing. My first little late crop of green beans had a few beans ready; I went to fetch a bucket, and was rather disheartened when I ended up with only about a double handful, not really enough to do much with.
Then I checked the zucchini plant; blossom end rot has been a problem, so the only zucchinis available were three or four inches long; cute little things that they were, I picked them. I was thinking if I got enough stuff, I could stir-fry veggies for supper.
I found a bell pepper I had missed. OK, that still didn't seem like enough for a decent stir-fry for two people. Maybe I should pick an eggplant?
I've never stir-fried eggplant, but it's OK on the grill. Surely a little soy sauce wouldn't hurt it.
I have experimented with cottage-cheese-making a lot this week; the first batch I tried, using only buttermilk as a starter, was my favorite, and Cliff liked it. The second batch, using rennet, was a total fail, or so I thought. I dumped it into the cheesecloth in the colander, saw no curds had held their shape, and considered it a total waste. Then Cliff suggested a motorcycle ride; I set the colander atop a pan because it was draining, and forgot about it.
Back home that evening, I started to toss it; but when I picked it up out of the colander, it seemed like something a person might spread on a cracker. Or something. I got a knife and tasted it.
Not bad. It's similar to what some people call farmer's cheese, I think.
I had some a while ago on a piece of celery, and I've decided that if it were salted a little, and perhaps flavored with some onion or garlic powder, it might be really good.
My dog likes it, too; I know this because I dropped a couple of pieces of it on the floor.