That sounds cool. One of my closest friends is a cow-milker, and all they ever have in their house is whole, raw, milk (except when she's pregnant, I guess). It must be cool to make your own ricotta.

And speaking of writing, after I got off the cueue last night, I wrote two pages! I've been waffling about the scene for weeks, and I finally just sat down and wrote it. It is way different than I thought it would be, but I like it.