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Sense and Sensibility: Crostini of Peaches and Home Made Ricotta

July 22, 2011 by David Bridges

After satiating my lust for the rich joys of Chinese black chicken, I decided to actually be sensible for once in my life. Being sensible falls solely on one’s point of view. There in lies the beauty of being sensible. It is only regulated by your own system of justification. It is completely sensible for ScottyRockYourBody to live in the Abacos and be forced to wrangle food from the ocean because he is broke and it is illegal for him to work there. Why does he insist on living a “sensible” lifestyle where he must tie a twine around his hand and pray a fish engulfs the lure he has set forth? Love, that’s why. To drop all for love could possibly be the most sensible thing that I have ever been witness to.
Well, I love not being broke. So my next recipe took into account what was fresh and inexpensive. It serves as a great Hors D’oeuvres for some friends or a bedtime snack to share with who you are in love with. Unfortunately, you will need the slightest bit of income for this dish. Since it can’t be wrangled from the sea. How unromantic!

Crostini with peaches, salumi, home-made ricotta and balsamic syrup
Serves 2 in bed or 10 as an hors d’oeuvres for celebrating a military promotion

For the Ricotta:
½ gal whole milk
2 lemons juiced
1T white vinegar
kosher salt
1T fresh chopped rosemary
1T extra virgin olive oil
For the balsamic syrup:
12oz bottle of balsamic vinegar
2T dark brown sugar

1 loaf crusty sliced bread
Olive oil
A few local peaches
High quality salumi such as Armandino Batali in Seattle
Baby arugula

To make the ricotta, place the milk in a pot and adjust your flame to medium heat. Raise the temperature of the milk to 170 degrees. Pour in the lemon juice and vinegar with a pinch of salt and stir for a brief second to just let it know that you haven’t abandoned its needs. Let the milk sit for a few minutes as the curds and the whey separate. Gently ladle all the curds into a cheese cloth lined colander and place that over a bowl to drip. Put it in your refrigerator for 6 hours or overnight to continue to drain a bit more. Remove the ricotta from the cheese cloth hammock and stir in the rosemary and olive oil. Taste the cheese and add some more salt as needed.
For the balsamic syrup, place the 2 ingredients into a small pot and bring to a simmer over medium-high heat. Reduce the vinegar by half. The bubbles will turn large and thick. Set into a jar until needed.
To assemble the Crostini, pour a generous amount of olive oil into a skillet and heat it on medium high until it starts to smoke. Place a few of the slices of bread into the skillet and brown on both sides. Keep repeating until all the bread is gone. Maybe drink a little wine to keep your constitution happy while you preform the mundane act of repetition. Pile all the crostini onto a plate and set aside. Peel, core and slice the peaches. Set them aside and lick your fingers confirming your sexuality. Slice your salumi as paper thin as possible and dress your arugula with some olive oil and salt. There is nothing sadder than a dry green that longs for a kiss of olive oil. Lather the ricotta onto the crostini, lay a peach slice or two, a salumi slice or two, some loved on arugula and a drizzle of the balsamic syrup. Repeat as much as you like or at least until you get bored b


  1. I am making this TOMORROW night! For an outdoor movie screening picnic. :) Can’t wait!

  2. christhefoodstampgourmet says:

    Good giggly wiggly this is something that might just bust thru the taste-bud block i have going on only one more week of treatment and my buds will be singing back with a vengeance hopefully so im gonna hit the market and get me some good old ruston peaches and see what i can do.

  3. scottyrockyourbody says:

    luxury can be found in all forms of sensibility. expensive black yardbirds from china prepared with long engaging slow process paired with vintage krug is no more luxurious than a simple grilled seasonal piece of fruit like a succulent peach and the magic of fresh cheese curds that revolt against its whey when prodded by sharp acid.

    which is more sensible…..?

    the most sensible thing is, as this blog’s author so eloquently proclaims, is what gives one the most joy in life. i for one would be just as happy with a humble chilton peach blistered over glowing pecan coals paired with a peasant fromage as i would some fermented chicken that was buried in the ground for 7 moon phases then treated like an adult film star by bathing in sensual swine fat.

    to be broke. what does that even mean. money perhaps? broke bank account? the only thing that breaks that matters is a broken heart. if your heart is not broken then a man is a veritable tycoon of wealth!

    what is broke in the life of scottyrockyourbody……?

    nothing broken out here in hope town thats for sure. when i stand in my roof top crows nest above my second floor living area i look to the east and gaze out at the 3rd largest barrier reef in the world. turn 180 degrees and admire the candy striped historical hope town lighthouse all in its 5 shot hand grond fresnel lense shining with its kerosene power keeping all of us mariners safe from crashing upon said reef.

    ahhhhh….the luxury of the conch i just cracked to make my empanadas to be dipped in the mash of the guava so ripe i just picked it off the ground as its weighty sugar density released it from its stem.

    could it be the pile of gathered buttonwood from the shoreline burning into coals to coax out the life force of the hog above it that was rooting for seagrapes in the dense abaco pine barrens just 17 hours ago?

    and when the storms rear themselves as is as assured as a rooter’s rooter is sniffing tooter’s tooter awaiting a lick of ricotta from chef bridges finger, i will be in the sublime rainforest of cowee valley north carolina making fireside mountain love to an exotic jacubian while sipping on corn bisque and cured brown trout from the stream below my cabin.

    i must end this babble as the wealth of my life is screaming at me to be counted and added to. off to the reef i go where a dangerous lionfish will meet my spear and end up as my late lunch sashimi…..

    damn being broke is great…..

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