Last night we went to my friend Andrea’s birthday party, for which the invitation beckoned “Learn how to make burrata. Or just eat it.” I’m pretty much in awe of what we witnessed last night, which started with Mimmo Bruno—who supplies all the better joints in town with burrata, and in fact is credited with bringing burrata to LA a decade ago—filling pouches of mozzarella with curd and runny cream imported from Parma. (To read more about Mimmo, check out Lesley Bargar Suter’s story in this month’s Los Angeles Magazine, page 136.) If you want to try some of Mimmo’s handiwork, Mozza2Go sells his formaggio, or you can order next door at the mozzarella bar. Words cannot describe how freaking fantastic burrata tastes at the hands of the master. Below: the curd, the cream, the hands, the man.
The birthday girl and our friend Carolynn assisted, as well as making some incredible peperonata (sweet peppers, onions, garlic), braised artichokes, pesto and an insane currant pine-nut relish from the book Carolynn co-authored with Mozza‘s Nancy Silverton, A Twist of the Wrist. There was also a grilled beef tagliata inspired by Mozza’s dish. With friends like these, who needs dessert? (And of course there was dessert—a heavenly chocolate devil’s food cake with chocolate mousse layers from Susina Bakery on Beverly.) Here’s to wonderful friends old and new, to a beautiful evening, and an even more beautiful birthday girl! Happy Birthday, Andrea!