Coffee On My Ceiling
Two days ago there was a little mishap in my kitchen involving some coffee and my new carbonator machine. The whole situation was messy, complicated, and just a wee bit rage-inducing (if you want to read more about it, you can head over to my blog), but the point here is that the cheese that I was pressing at the time got a good sugar-sweetened coffee bath.
I took the cheese (I’d been calling it a Redneck Cheddar, a name which somehow feels increasingly fitting) out of the press, washed all the plastic parts, rewrapped the cheese in a new, non-coffee spattered cheesecloth, and reassembled the press. I’m pretty sure the cheese will be fine — the rind had already sealed, and I don’t think much coffee, if any, actually got through to the cheese itself — but I’m sharing this story here to drive home the point that life happens, even while making cheese.
So listen up, friends. If you’re out there fretting about getting everything all squared away before you start, know this: Planning is good, but it can only take you so far, and shit happens, regardless.
Even if you get everything all perfect before you start, that doesn’t mean you won’t one day accidentally spray your entire kitchen with coffee.
So just jump, people. DO THE THING.
(In this case, “thing” = cheese. Just so’s we’re clear. )
