There has been talk of dairy goats around the homestead, and if one has dairy goats, one has goat milk (duh) that needs to be dealt with. The Big Guy, encouraged by his mad bread making skillz, decided that he needed to learn how to make cheese so that when the goats arrived, he'd be ready for them.
One day I discovered the refrigerator stuffed full of gallons of whole milk and half gallons of buttermilk. The smell of freshly cut wood wafted in from the garage. Strange little packages arrived containing exotic ingredients like rennet and mesophilic culture. His pored over his new cheese-making book, occasionally blurting out the name of a cheese he was eager to make.
I like cheese, so at first, I was encouraging and tolerant of not being able to put anything in the fridge. Then I learned his first project was to be "harzer kaese," or German sour milk cheese. Or, as I like to call it, "What the hell stinks?"
Here we see some milk being heated. I think this was for the stinky cheese, but I don't really know what's going on in the cheese biz, so it could've been for another type.
One day I discovered the refrigerator stuffed full of gallons of whole milk and half gallons of buttermilk. The smell of freshly cut wood wafted in from the garage. Strange little packages arrived containing exotic ingredients like rennet and mesophilic culture. His pored over his new cheese-making book, occasionally blurting out the name of a cheese he was eager to make.
I like cheese, so at first, I was encouraging and tolerant of not being able to put anything in the fridge. Then I learned his first project was to be "harzer kaese," or German sour milk cheese. Or, as I like to call it, "What the hell stinks?"
Here we see some milk being heated. I think this was for the stinky cheese, but I don't really know what's going on in the cheese biz, so it could've been for another type.
This shows the curd cut. I think that's what he called it. It's the part where the whey gets separated from the curd.
The Big Cheese. He looks so happy here because I told him, "Stick out your chin!" He's not a very cooperative subject, so instead he pursed his lips and kept his chin right where it was.
The $20 homemade cheese press. The cheese-to-be is in that white cylinder. The milk jug is filled with water, and it holds down the press that squeezes the cheese. The liquid runs off the tin foil chute into the pie plate that's set inside the top drawer of the kitchen island. It's fancy.
Cheeses on the drying rack. I think it's bamboo. So much new stuff kept showing up, I lost track. The big round is Havarti, the smaller ones are stinkies. These get moved into a plastic tub in the garage where The Big Cheese monitors the temperature and humidity levels.
He says these are the last of the cheeses for now because soon the weather will be warmer, and he'll have no way to keep them as cool as they need to be. Also, we don't have goats yet.
He says these are the last of the cheeses for now because soon the weather will be warmer, and he'll have no way to keep them as cool as they need to be. Also, we don't have goats yet.