Burrata. Just saying the word makes my skin tingle and my arm hairs stand on end. And that is because this cheese has turned my life upside down. What used to be right is left and what once was dry is now wet.
If you understand what I'm saying even though It really doesn't make any sense, then this post is for you. Because together we understand what it's like to love a cheese so much that your life is just consumed by it!!!!!!!! To be burratatized!
I don't remember how or when burrata came into my life. My guess is that it was at an over-priced restaurant with cute wooden chairs and tiny cups. Wherever it was, thank you to them, because it is truly one of the top 10 things introduced to me in my life.
Picture this: you're slicing into the outer layer of the cheese and then the creamy inside oozes out.
It is le definitione of bon appetito.
Look at this magical ball of goodness.
A sweet, supple cheese pouch.
Kind of like a ravioli but instead of pasta dough surrounding the cheese, it's just cheese surrounding the cheese.
I know I said this was a great introduction to my life but recently, my addiction has worsened, perhaps you understand.
I can no longer go anywhere without first asking if burrata is on the menu.
NO BURRATA = NO SITTY.
I can no longer just blissfully take my seat at a table without scanning it for that beautiful cheese ball first.
I've begun lying to my family.
I'm losing my friends.
And I'm even attempting to take burrata to places that burrata should not go.
