Burrata

Last weekend, I had a peak experience.

On a deck in Grass Valley as the sun was setting on a warm, bright afternoon. Of course, My Beloved was there. So were our friends Irene and Guy.

Kinky? No, burrata.

Fresh mozzarella cheese with a soft middle like smooth ricotta. In a salad with the ripest, sweetest yellow and red heirloom tomatoes I have yet tasted this summer. A quick chiffonnade of basil and a drizzle of Dijon vinaigrette.

Everything was at it's peak. Memorable.