Not in my kitchen, though that would be fun! My cats would wonder what kind of odd dog I had brought home this time, and Bumble, the greyhound, would have thought he had a new playmate.
I went to Nancy’s house for an impromptu lesson on cheese and butter making. The snow was falling softly and thickly outdoors, creating a mood more like Christmas than Spring, but the effect was nonetheless calming and beautiful. Her little farm lay softly beneath the quiet snow and inside the kitchen things were hopping.
Faleena brought the infants in to play for a few minutes and as they skittered about the floor, and took to us snuggling them, all was right with the world. Goats in the kitchen seemed a perfectly normal activity and fueled my desire to have a proper homestead, complete with goats.
The kids are still nursing so there is less milk to be had then if Nancy chose to run her mini-dairy as a commercial operation. Which suits us fine as we don’t do anything to maximum production, just enough is fine with us. We still had several half gallon canning jars filled with fresh milk at our fingertips to turn into delicious chevre.
These little packages sure make life easier. If don’t happen to have a young calf or goat to slaughter and retrieve the stomach lining from (traditional rennet), you can use one of these packets that have the proper cultures already made up for you to make your cheese. You can also use vegetable rennet. All we had to do was sprinkle this packet onto a gallon of raw, fresh milk and wait for 12 hours. Nancy set up a bit of a television test kitchen by preparing half the batch the night before and letting me prepare the second half. The first half was ready for me to finish and take home.
At the end of the 12 hours, the milk has coagulated into something resembling panna cotta which made me start craving caramel sauce. I then strained the mixture through a thick cheesecloth lined colander saving the whey for soups or dressings. I was instructed to gather up the ends of the cheesecloth and hang it over the bowl to drain for 4-12 hours depending on desired consistency. Promptly at 4 hours I unwrapped it. Forget desired consistency, it depends on one’s patience!
I made a delicious dinner of chevre filled manicotti covered in rich sauce of tomato, spaghetti sauce, peppers, wine, and spices, all from the root cellar. Topped it with parmesan and breadcrumbs and baked it for 25 minutes. I still have more chevre in the fridge waiting for the addition of green chilies to be spread on crackers for lunch. Self reliance never tasted so good!
Feeling rather pioneer woman-like, we moved on to butter. We set up an elaborate hand cranked cream separator (goat’s milk has to be separated manually) and went to work separating rich cream from sweet milk rendering it skim and still quite good. We placed the cream in pint jars and each took one. We shook, and shook, watched homesteading films, and shook…..then moved it to an old butter churner and cranked…and cranked. Doug has delicious cream for his coffee but alas, we did not succeed at making butter. Next time!