An Ode to Burrata

If fresh buffallo mozarella and provolone cheese jostle for the gold medal of Italian pasta filata (spun paste), then burrata stands without question in platinum position. And worthy of an ode.

Burrata, burrata
Where art thou, oh burrata
On aisles and cold shelves
In Italia and beyond
You – burrata are found in the best
company of cheeses money can buy
Blessed are ye, oh cheesemakers of Puglia
And blessed are the fruits of your vats
Mozzarella di buffalo, Provolone
and cheese above all cheeses –
Cheese like ‘Pregnant bellies’
Tummies full of ritagli (scraps) and panna (cream)
Your name is like butter to my ears – soft and warm
Your skin –  smooth and stretchy like ‘white’ velvet
You are fresh and sweet with the essence of youth
Tangy and the creamy and best eaten within two days
Burrata, dear burrata
Soulful cheese to all
Caseophile or not


I first heard of burrata from Pierino, a stalwart on food52 whose culinary vocals are fraught with Italianess – Market Style Porchetta and Waiting for Bonaparte Muffaletta (the remix edition), two of his recipes showcasing the motherland.

Two years later I apprehended it and added it to my ‘leaving the Netherlands’ bucketlist, which included:

It was two weeks before we moved, on a Tuesday afternoon that I spoke with my friend E, asking her if she’d like to go to Amsterdam that weekend. Why, she asked? Well because I’d found that a restaurant served burrata. Did she know the cheese? No, she’d never heard of it but she was willing, like me to drive the 60 minutes or so it required (one way), just to find out.
The following afternoon, I took myself on a lunchtime stroll in The Hague and down the Bankastraat – a street I’d only just discovered, a few minutes walk from my office in the heart of the city. I walked into a nice-looking delicatessen but the long queue pushed me back out of the shop and unto the streets. A quarter of an hour later I was back and chatting to one of the guys behind the counter. A conversation on burrata ensued and he pointed me to plastic jars in the fridge. Eyes wide with shock and doubting Thomasina that I was, he bid me to lift up a jar and look beneath to see the contents. And there it was, spelled out before my eyes in some odd font ‘Burrata’.

Why all the fuss you might ask, just for cheese?  Because burrata is the best of fresh mozzarella and more (cream) on a plate. Take fresh curds, stretch them out into a smooth blanket, which you pull up at the corners to form a small ‘gold’  sack, then fill the centre with cheese rags and top up with cream. Knot your cheese money bag and you have treasures on the table.

“Burrata”, from burro meaning “butter” in Italian, refers to the creamy soft texture of an artisan cheese which rose to popularity in Puglia, the south of Italy in the 1950s when factories found it a way to utilize the ritagli (“scraps” or “rags”) of mozzarella. It is produced from cow/buffalo milk, rennet and cream.


Nora Singley writes in The Kitchn: ‘Let’s get one thing clear: Burrata is not mozzarella. And burrata is not buffala mozzarella, although it’s made from buffalo milk. Burrata is its own thing entirely, and you’ll know this the second you taste it. Perhaps some of the confusion has come from its tradition, which tells of a cheesemaking process that was born from another: burrata was made in order to rescue the little scraps of mozzarella di bufala that were leftover in the cheesemaking vat. In understanding the makeup of burrata, however, it’s helpful to summarize a bit of what we know about mozzarella.

Mozzarella is what’s called a pulled curd or pasta filata cheese, which means that it’s formed from the elastic curd of fresh milk, still warm and straight from the vat. Burrata is made of that same stringy cheese, but is formed not into a solid ball, but into a little hollow pouch, which is then filled with fresh cream and soft stringy bits of curd, the ritagli, or rags, remaining after mozzarella making. It’s all tied off at the top, and then wrapped in the fronds of an Italian plant called asphodel (a relative of the leek).

The thin sheath of mozzarella (the closest thing that burrata has to a rind) should be incredibly supple and yielding — just thick enough to prevent the cream-filled middle from spilling out. If it’s chewy and rubbery, your burrata may be a bit older; as with all fresh cheeses, the fresher the better. But what you’re really going for in the end, has nothing to do with that exterior, really. It’s all about what lies within. Thick, spreadable strings of cream, with a slightly sour finish. Also of note is that buffalo milk is richer and higher in butterfat than cow milk. (Never a bad thing.)’


Super Tip (The kind of tip only an Italian can give…..on cheese!)

Speaking to my Italian friend and colleague, he educates me on the art of eating burrata and fresh buffalo mozzarella. First up, the cheeses are best eaten at room temperature, not directly from the fridge.

To accomplish this, he plunges the bags of cheese in lukewarm water for up to a quarter of an hour, before serving. And so did I!

The same colleague recommended fig jam and fine coppa, dried meat from the neck of a handsome pig as worthy accompaniments for the burrata. To garnish? The finest olive oil money can buy with some basil leaves. As my only claim to Italian citizenry was a visit to Rome three years ago, I sensibly followed his advice – with no regrets.

The combination of creamy cheese, salty meat and sweet, fruity fig jam, set atop slices of ciabatta was to die for. With a crisp Italian white wine. We sat, 5 adults and devoured the lot before our pizzas arrived and we transitioned from starter to main.


That night, my friend E said she would go back to the shop where I’d bought it to get some for another friend of hers. Just to be sure I could define the flavor profile, I asked her to help me purchase some more, along with a few slices of the coppa.


The story she told on her return was weird but wonderful. When she arrived the shop on a Friday afternoon and began to place her order which included my coppa, a guy behind the counter asked her ‘Is this for the black lady?’, to which she… shock as to how he knew, said ‘Yes’. He then pointed out the exact coppa (which I’d gotten first time around) she had to buy. She asked him how he knew it was for me and he shrugged his shoulders and said ‘I just knew’. Note that as of the 19th of August 2011, the Hague had 499,505 inhabitants (less the 5 members of my family) – the third largest city of the Netherlands, after Amsterdam and Rotterdam. Though strictly speaking, we didn’t live in the Hague. Still, that singular event was sufficient to stun E, and I and perhaps the gentleman in question and support the fact that the world indeed is a small place. Where homemade bagels are glad to spend their days sliced and buttered with burrata and fig jam.


The second batch of burrata was served up with flash-fried honey cherry tomatoes, but retained the foremen of basil, olive oil and coppa.It was as well received as the previous. With some delicious French bread to boot. Good food crosses boundaries.


My friends and country men, food lovers the world over……try burrata and if you find it not to your liking, strike it off your list of favourites. But….try it first.

And if you would rather make your own but don’t know how, this great tutorial from Sunday Suppers with its step-by-step guide will set you on the straight and narrow.

If you don’t fancy some chewy, salty meats to accompany your panna, then check out Greg of Sippity Sup’s persimmon and pomegranate salad which made him some great new neighbours (hint – they had a persimmon tree)!

Whatever you do…..try it!

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  1. Ehm, Burrata!
    There are 2 burratas just like 2 different mozzarellas.
    1 is made entirely with Cow’s Milk which is the original one invented in Andria (Puglia, Italy) many moons ago, the other has the outer skin of buffalo milk mozzarella but the cream inside is form Cow’s milk as one can not UHT buffalo’s.

    Which one is best? Up to you…..


  2. Oh my…if only I could eat this tonight! Burrata? Delicious. Thank you for sharing with me, sweet friend. I hope you have a fantastic weekend. Enjoy the cool-down 🙂

  3. We are very blessed, because we can buy fresh burrata on a daily basis! It’s truly amazing cracked over a plate of hot pasta – turning the red tomato sauce into a rosa sauce..

  4. I love this post and yes, the world is indeed a small place! Burrata and fig jam on ciabatta sounds good! I don’t know if I could find the coppa here in my little backwater, but it’s worth a try… if not coppa, perhaps shaved prosciutto?

  5. You write such a lovely ode to cheese Oz 🙂 I am embarrassed to admit I’ve never tried burrata even though I can actually find it quite easily. Next time I visit the deli, I’ll buy some and think of you.

  6. The first time I tried this I thought I died and went to heaven. I serve it usually with marianted heirloom tomatoes. Great post and as usual your pictures are outstanding.

  7. Great, now another thing to add to my list of must tries. To me there is nothing better, and I mean nothing better than a good cheese, salty meat, a sweet bit and some wine…oh yeah, some bread or crackers also. Your ode was charming! Now to find this burrata…

  8. As someone who has had the divine pleasure of eating some really good burrata I commend you on your ode to the cheese, it made me smile ear to ear. You are right, few things can compare, and with some salty coppa and a beautiful EVOO….what could be better!

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