I have made my own bread for a while now (maybe a post on that in the future) and I'm usually pretty impressed when i can make a lunch bruschetta where the tomato was grown in my moms garden, the bread was rising in my kitchen this morning and the vinegarette was emulsed to order. But up until this weekend, the cheese has always been store bought.
Who makes their own cheese?! I'd think to myself. Surely even the most hardcore of farm to table whack jobs don't expect that I might make cheese! heh heh heh.... Little did i know the jump from bread making to cheese making is really only a little one! Its all kitchen chemistry.
So, on Sunday I did it. I went to the home brew store on Campbell Brew Your Own Brew. It was the only place I could think of where you could buy citric acid and rennet in one location. The guy who was working there was super nice. He answered my questions about animal v. vegetable rennet, he walked me around the store to find what i needed and he told me that since i already have non-iodized salt at home, there was really no reason to buy cheese salt. He invited my husband to a home brew class later in the month. It was pretty neat.
|don't worry shes not dead.|
So we got home and put the kids down to nap.
Can you believe you can make a whole pound or more of cheese during nap time? well you can. I followed some recipe i found on Instructables that had a pretty decent rating when i had done my research the night before. Although, i think it should be said in advance that i already had a healthy skepticism of it because it involved a microwave. I thought that was weird. Lots of the commenters did too. They use the stove top and i think i will too next time.
Well the first direction says to put the 50 degree milk in a pot. Cool, where is my candy thermometer? not in its typical drawer. "Hey Luis, have you seen my candy thermometer?" "Ya your son took it." SON OF A! After a 10 minute search of the house we find that we blamed Micah a little too soon. The thermometer was in the spice drawer. When something is put away somewhere weird, its always Luis's fault. He does that from time to time. I haven't figured out why yet.
Ok so test the milk, its still way too cold. So i put the heat on it. I am not sure if this was a mistake or not. once it hit 50, i put in the citric acid/water combo. Nothing cool happened. Then the straight citric. totally cool. looked like instant sour milk. go team. So i heated it up to 90 (now is a good time to point out my thermometer only labels every 10th degree. This will be good info to have when you flip through those directions and see what im supposed to heat it to later.)
|doesnt that make you want pizza?|
So after all the boiling and reboiling (to 108 degrees mind you. ya, thats not labeled on my thermometer), i got to squish out all the whey. This is akin to playing with spoiled milk. Seriously. you know how it breaks apart into the big lump floating in the yucky yellow water? Thats exactly what this is. So i strained it out in some cheese cloth (ya, thats why its called cheese cloth. who knew?)
At this point its worth noting that my hands look identical to my moms circa 1990. Seriously. And my mom thinks her hands look like my grandmas.
So after this comes all the microwaving and stretching, during which i became even more skeptical of the recipe because my cheese wasnt stretching as well as it should have been. I think this is because i dried it out. I told you i should have stopped with the heating when it started sinking. Even still i was able to stretch it moderately and shape it into a ball.
Luis had the audacity to go to work before then so i didn't get him to take a picture with the fancy camera. So iPad pictures it is:
There is it! My first ball of cheese! Its not fabulous, but its defiantly recognizable as cheese, so thats to my credit. And I got i done all during nap time! Maggie woke up shortly after i took my first bite. And even though she loves cheese she didn't want to try mine! I decided that was just her weird sleep position making her grouchy and i didn't take it personally.
Farmer Katie makes cheese. Soon i'll have my own tomatoes sitting on top of my own mozarella, sitting on top of home made bread with vinegarette dripping down it containing strips of my home grown basil. This is the epitome of farm to table delicious in my mind. Although it doesn't involve my livestock at all... However, this endeavor has lead to lots of discussions about goats. I think we better see how it goes with the chickens first. They aren't even laying eggs yet and we are wanting a goat to milk. Oh brother....