Remember winter? The way it just kept on going until, like, last month? I just put my sweaters away for the season, and it’s already too hot to think. And cooking? FORGET IT. It’s pantry meals and popsicles for now, and it’s got to be quick, too — nothing like being hangry in a heatwave. The other day, while lingering over the fridge, stealing a moment of blissful chill, I spied a container of ricotta cheese. Cold, creamy ricotta. Sold, I thought. Sounds like dinner to me.