I plot and wait. Plan and save up. Read and wonder. Then in a matter of minutes decide to buy something. Now. I have been dreaming (drooling) over getting a cheese press for a long time. Ever since Nancy and I were in her kitchen separating cream to make butter and making goat’s cheese some time back. (Read here) She said she had a cheese press that I could borrow. When she died her children couldn’t find it and eventually the house was empty and someone has the cream separator and cheese press I had my heart set on!
Alas, we went to the homesteading store and bought one on Father’s Day. I know, I know, that seems a bit like getting him something I want, but believe me, this will benefit him. I have a pound and a half of cheddar ready in seven days. We love cheese.
We were vegetarian for a long time and still don’t eat a tremendous amount of meat. We were vegan for two years after linking the veal and inhumane factory farm conditions to cheese. We are so grateful that we have our own milking goats now. We love milk and we so enjoy various wheels of cheese. The test was to take all the traditional cheese recipes designed for cow’s milk and make them with Isabelle’s milk. I am always up for a challenge.
Hard cheese is so much more time intensive than I imagined. It starts with heating the milk to a certain temperature according to the recipe, adding the cultures, then stirring again and letting it rest. During this time, with my first batch of cheddar cheese, I was stirring then set the spoon down, then added the cultures, then picked up the spoon again. It had a small inch square piece of paper towel stuck on it. It flew up into the air and in slow motion (well, faster than my brain could react) fell into the swirl of milk and disappeared. Frantic, I stirred trying to pull the paper towel to the surface to remove it. I am afraid it was never seen again. I am not proud of this. Whomever shares the first slices of cheddar with me next week be warned, there is a tad bit more fiber than I previously planned in said cheese.
The next step is adding the rennet. I naturally gravitate towards veg products so I got a vegetable rennet instead of the typical which is made out of calf stomach lining. Of course I defeated this purpose when I bought Lipase to add to some of the recipes like the Truffle soaked Manchego I just made. Lipase is made out of the same animal organ. I wonder if most vegetarians know that cheese is not a vegetarian product.
The cheese sits a bit longer. Then using a long knife I sliced the set gelatinous orb into half inch squares. Slice across one way then the other. A small squared checker board. Then slice at an angle the same way. Some recipes require stirring for thirty or more minutes. Completely against my nature!
Sometimes it is just time to raise the temperature. Turn up the burner? No sir. Put the pot in the sink and fill with hot water little by little, using a kettle half way through to make hotter water and raise the cheese about twenty degrees no more than two degrees per five minutes. The laser thermometer makes this more fun and taking the pot out of the water or adding more hot water to achieve desired temperature gives me just enough to do to keep from wandering off.
The cheese curds are now set into the cheesecloth lined mold and placed under the cheese press. I had to get real creative with weights. I use old milk jugs and fill them with water to create which weight I need. There are lines on the cheese press handle that have a number. Times that number with the weight of the milk jug to come up with the total weight of pressure. For instance if I need fifteen pounds of pressure according to the recipe I fill the jug with water until it weighs five pounds and place it on the line that says three. For fifty pounds I place the Dutch oven with the handle on the 4 line and hope that is 50 pounds! The pot could be twelve and a half pounds. I don’t have a kitchen scale that goes up that high.
I have made cheddar, derby, gouda, an Italian softer hard cheese, and manchego. Tomorrow I will make Swiss.
I thought I could just place the cheese in the basement to age. Wrong. The ideal temperature needed to be between 50 and 55 degrees with 80% humidity. My basement is 65 degrees with more humidity than upstairs, but I live in Colorado y’all, there is no humidity here. So I may have had like ten percent humidity. The answer came in the cheese making book. Set an old refrigerator on the lowest setting and place a bowl of water at the bottom. Perfect cheese cave conditions. I put old wood planks on the plastic refrigerator shelves. I borrowed a friend’s mini-fridge for this. She needs it back for her classroom as school is starting soon and I am out of room in there anyway! I need to find an old fridge. Red wine keeps perfect in there too, incidentally. It only needs to raise a few degrees at room temperature to be perfect to pair with the cheeses. Coincidence? I think not.
I am following recipes in the “Home Cheese Making” by Ricki Carroll. I’ll let you know how they turn out!