After failing four times, I've made mozzarella. Thank god. I was beginning to get pretty sick of blaring Beyonce's "Broken-Hearted Girl" while subjecting my sister and boyfriend to my sulky verbal abuse.
Don't judge me.
Losing a mozzarella baby is the single greatest loss a man can feel. By the same logic, birthing a mozzarella baby is a pretty euphoric experience. (My life isn't sad.) I felt like friggin' Tom Hanks when he creates fire in Castaway. To celebrate my laureate success, I feasted on my mozzarella in its most glorious manifestation - pizza.
