Say Cheese!
Cheese.
About eight years ago, I thought that if I could conquer bread, specifically sourdough, that I would be achieving something akin to climbing Mt. Everest. I spent years refining and building my bread repertoire. Within a couple of years, I understood and could manipulate my recipes based on humidity, available ingredients, and whim. But when I looked down from my perceived peak – it was merely one of the foothills surrounding Mt. Everest, not Everest itself.
That is when I discovered the fallacy of a single item being Everest and that it was all a series of learning experiences that would persistently lead you to just see the top of Everest, while never quite reaching it, and that it didn’t matter because you got to learn new things all of the time and use what you already knew in new ways, which is awesome and makes me incredibly happy.
But I still needed a giant challenge.
For the last couple of years, I’ve been watching seriously talented people learning how to make cheese and being really happy about it. I’d made green cheeses in the past, heck, I taught four people how to make ricotta and it was served that evening at feast. It’s dead simple – milk, heat, acid, drainage, and salt. Hell, it’s easier than making nut cheeses because there are fewer ingredients and fewer steps.
But that’s only the beginning of cheese making. There’s a whole other level of anal-retentive temperature watching, sterilizing equipment, and following instructions. There is the threat of contamination and possible food borne illness if you screw things up.
What is there not to love?
So, I purchased a gallon of raw milk and some rennet from my local Co-Op and sent messages to my two cheesemaking heroes:
THL Waldetrudis von Metten and
Countess Elizabeth Von Kulmbach
They offered a lot of awesome advice and pointed me towards this website.
So, it took another round of raw milk and a week for me to get up the nerve, but here I am after putting everything under pressure and walking away, writing up my experience.
Last night, I inoculated the milk with yogurt (introduced bacteria I wanted to the milk) and allowed it to sit overnight. I’ve made yogurt before so it wasn’t scary or off-putting, and it actually eased me into the process. This morning just before I put my daughter on the bus, I turned the stove onto “low” and began warming it as per the instructions on the website. It took about 15 minutes to reach temperature before I put in the rennet.
Then the wait. I hate waiting. Seriously. Patience is not a virtue I have. That hour took forever, but I was rewarded with coagulated milk. I was on the phone with a friend when I checked it and I literally squealed and said “OMG! It worked!”
I got to work cutting the curd and moving forward with the instructions when I realized that my whole plan had been contingent on my having PVC of the appropriate diameter. Well, yeah. Not so much. But, I did have a #10 can of beets and then I had three pints of pickled beets and a clean #10 can. I followed the instructions on the website to put together an ad-hoc cheese press. The only modification that I made was that I used a plastic travel mug of poor design to weigh things down as I need my mason jars for canning and didn’t want to run the risk of breakage.
So, now I wait until tomorrow morning to pull everything apart and see how I did.
Issues I’m aware of:
1. My curds floated. It says that this isn’t necessarily a deal breaker and I will need to age for a minimum of two months to avoid food borne illness. Did I mention that patience is not a virtue that I have?
2. I like using raw milk and I have to choose at which point I start using a friend’s connection for larger quantities of raw milk.
3. I suck at taking process pictures when I’m learning something and that’s okay. I would rather focus on what I’m doing than documenting the process.
So, things are looking rather good for my first attempt. We shall see what happens. Yes, I will take pictures of the product and what happens to it over the next couple of months.


