And it was a big, fat, failure.
Sure, it looks nice. But this picture is a lie. It's lipstick on a pig. It's a mirage.
The problem? I decided to just use three cheeses I had in the fridge instead of the tried and true cheddar cheese. Why didn't I already have cheddar in the house? Remember when I couldn't eat cheese? And then I really couldn't eat cheese? We haven't quite recovered from those dark days here.
So I used goat cheese, manchego, and ricotta. It sounded okay in theory. It worked horribly in execution. The ricotta really killed it. Ricotta is a murderer. I never thought I'd come to hate a cheese, but ricotta is now caseus non grata. It's dead to me.
Next time, instead of getting fancy, I'll just run out and get the good ol' dependable cheddar. I do so love a sharp cheddar, after all.