Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Cheesemaking

I had had enough of it!  I've been hearing repeatedly, from many sources, of the glory of cheesemaking.  How delicious it is to eat the quality cheese that comes from your own kitchen.  How easy it is (at least for mozzarella).  In fact, last week Sir William spent Tuesday with some friends, and I learned from them that his playmate (age 9, I believe) was now the one making the mozzarella in their family.  So surely an adult could successfully navigate the tricky corners of home cheesemaking, right?
 
Nah!  My first attempt turned out to be a total flop.  The curds didn't really form, and it ended up being a big mess, and the chickens got the results.  Hmmm ... at least one good result.  The chickens received a delightful nutritional supplement. :)
 
I had followed very carefully (I thought) Ricki's 30 Minute Mozzarella Magic recipe.  But it didn't work.  I immediately came up with 3 possible theories as to why it failed.
 
1. The recipe was for 1 gallon of milk.  I adjusted all ingredients proportionally and used 2 gallons, but perhaps I shouldn't have done this.
2. The milk was Ultra Pasteurized (UHT), and was, therefore, heat damaged to the degree that it would not form a curd.  (This is a theory.  I had no way of knowing what method of pasteurization was used.)
3. My rennet was the cheap, grocery store type rennet, and so it was not strong enough to effect the required coagulation (is that a correct term in cheesemaking?).
 
After the failure I obtained some feedback from KS Milkmaid.  Based on my description of the problem, she ruled out theory #1, and also dismissed theory #2.  Theory #2 could have been the cause, but #3 was, she said, much more likely.  My rennet was not full strength rennet, and thus did not effectively create the curd.  The other factor was: after giving it nearly twice the time called for in the recipe, I decided to make the best of it, and try to go ahead with the process.  Milkmaid said that I quite possibly could have had better results had I waited.  Apparently the good cheesemakers don't always follow the recipe, but rather, base their actions on what is actually happening with the milk.  Had I given it more time than what the recipe called for, it might have worked, even despite cheap rennet.
 
When I told Milkmaid about the failure, her first response was, "Oh super!!  The sign of a good cheese maker."  That is heartening.  If even the good ones messed up on their first attempt, and still do periodically, then hope remains for me.  I can tell you one thing, though.  I'm gonna use twice the amount of rennet that the recipe calls for ... until I get myself the "real" stuff.  I want to learn from my mistake.  (And, on the offhand chance that the problem was #2 - UHT pasteurized milk, I am going to redouble my efforts to get a raw milk source.  A dairy cow has been on the agenda for 2007 for a couple of years, and I'm intent on speeding up my agrarian calendar from earlier projections.  Nevertheless, I don't have the cow yet, so I'm looking for another source until then.)
 
And so ... I'm going to get another gallon of milk tonight.  And try again.  I'll let you know how it goes.
 
 

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Salvation is of the LORD

I have posted a hymn on my music blog, which can be sung to either of these tunes:
WYE VALLEY (Like a River Glorious)
or ST. GERTRUDE (Onward Christian Soldiers)

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Don't Trust the Weatherman

He said it would be 57 degrees today, and I don't think there is any way that it approached that temperature. And the wind was blowing something fierce (though, to be fair, I'm sure some places get it a lot worse). But today was the appointed day, and so ... it happened.

Last night between 11 PM and midnight (after men's meeting with my church buddies), I got home and loaded my chickens into the back of my little pickup, and covered it with a double-layer of tarp. Thankfully, they are a lot easier to catch when they are mostly asleep. To be sure, they squawked some when I would catch them, but other than the one I was catching, the rest seemed to go back to walking around like zombies.

How many chickens did I load? Eight weeks and three days ago I got 48 cornish cross chicks. I lost one of those when I ran over it moving the field pen. I tugged the pen 10 feet sideways (from one "row" to another), apparently with the chicken under the far side base. The great news is: that is the only one of the meat birds that I lost. The other good news is, in the past 8 weeks and 3 days (since I got the meat birds), I did not lose a single one of the layer chicks (which were 2 weeks old at the point I got the meat birds).

So, the younger teenager(15), Sir William (8), and I headed off to assist with butchering early this morning. The family with whom we were butchering (an elder at our church) had 92 of their birds to butcher, plus my 47. It took us a little while to get started because we were putting tarps up along one (and part of a second) side of the outdoor pavilion under which they process. It was chilling! But thank God for those tarps. With 3 layers of clothing, and the tarps, the only part of me that got real cold was my feet. Walking around some began to help that. We were joined by 5 members of another family from church who came to fellowship, learn, work, and purchase.

We butchered all the chickens, sang a few Psalms as we worked (no, Sarie, no imprecatory Psalms), and then enjoyed a wonderful lunch of chicken soup and rolls, and a tasty desert. It is always thrilling to be with the saints, and despite the cold today, I was exceedingly grateful to be with them. (Psa 16:3 NKJV) As for the saints who are on the earth, "They are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight." Truly, the saints of God are the excellent ones, and how greatly I delight in being with them!

I have so far to go in my agrarian aspirations. I read Christina (KS Milkmaid), Christine (Homestead Herbs), Scott (Homesteader Life), Herrick (the Deliberate Agrarian), and so many more who inspire me with the recounting of their exploits. Some of them are seasoned agrarians, others novices like me. Today, I felt like I was "one of them" as I rejoiced in the fruition of the work of my hands.

As in all things, may God be glorified, and may His people be blessed. I know I sure was today!