Or, in my case, forget about cheese entirely until my pal Briggs reminded me days before I needed it done.
You see, last week my Dad *almost* got his new liver. For those of you not following along my Dad has NASH (non-alcoholic liver disease) requiring a liver transplant and they are temporarily living in Iowa waiting for it to happen.
How close was he? Close enough that I was about to land in Iowa from my red-eye flight (from Seattle) and my brother was in the sky somewhere over Minnesota (from Portland) when Dad’s transplant was cancelled. Yep. Not cool. Total bummer. We are calling it a well executed trial run though because, damn, we were on fire! Emails were sent. Next flights were booked. Nerves were high. Child care arranged. Bags were packed. Happy, nervous tears were shed. Dairy Queen was consumed.
The night after I returned home, the Ladyfriend and I hung out with Briggs and Double S. We caught up over dinner and way too many varieties of rhubarb cocktails (you’ll hear about those soon). It was fun, as always. Not really related to this story, but still worth mentioning, is that while April’s butter-making challenge was sicky-sad for me, Briggs rocked it and brought their herb butter for our bread. It was ridiculously awesome. I might have licked my knife. Twice. Shh.
Briggs reminded me of upcoming cheese though, even with the heads up, I didn’t manage to squeeze it in until yesterday. I thought about skipping it all together, but fresh ricotta-ish cheese could be dinner right? We would eventually need to eat dinner. And fresh cheese takes very little time. In a moment of perhaps-questionable-judgement (?) I went for the Serious Eats 5-minute microwave method. I know. I know! It seems almost blasphemous. Especially since I only use our microwave for re-heating. I never actually cook with it. I would just as soon get rid of it all together and use the shelf for cookbooks.
I do think (if you aren’t opposed to using a microwave) the method has merit. And the post is certainly entertaining so certainly read it. What won me over was the premise of not creating a stuck-burnt-milk-scenario in the kitchen. Or boiling milk overfloweth situation.
Here is the thing: I despise,and have a completely irrational fear of, cooking milk. Is there a named phobia for that? Because I have it. I will make all kinds of complicated things in the kitchen, but if a recipe calls for cooking milk I’m out. I will likely toss it in the ‘not-gonna-happen-too-much-trouble’ category. It is not based on anything at all. I have no terrible past kitchen incidents with cooking milk. I think it is a base-less passed on fear from my Mom. Who likely inherited it from her Mom and on down the chain until there is a stout German lady putting her foot down after having made one too many puddings for her 12 kids. (Hi Mom!)
Yet, I manage to completely suspend this fear when making macaroni and cheese. And, yes, the rest of my life is full of random rules and inconsistencies that I prefer to think of as quirky and not just plain nuts. Just go with it.
Did it work? Not really. It isn’t the fault of the method or recipe. Trying things when I’m in a hurry rarely works out. I do things silly things like decide to double the recipe and not change the timing. And, as is my always-fear with cooking milk, I don’t know when it is done “right’. Or done enough. Or whatever. Clear whey? Like clear-ish? Or like water? Or perhaps sort of translucent? See? Cooking milk, by any method, is a mystery! In the end, what I got was yummy, but it was a measly amount of cheese from 4 cups of milk.
On to round #2, with the rest of my grass-fed, raw, organic milk from Sea Breeze Farm on Vashon Island. At just a quick 20-minute ferry ride from a few miles down the road, I don’t think it could get more local for (cow) milk.
I cooked 4 cups of local, raw, grass-fed cow milk (from cows that I’m sure are petted and kissed on the soft nose daily). When it got bubbly (not boiling…you definitely don’t want that mess) and about 180 degrees, I added 4 tablespoons of regular white distilled vinegar. I turned off the heat and stirred for a few minutes until it looked well separated. Or as separated as I believe it would become. Then strained over a flour-sack towel for a few minutes. It drains really quick in the towel and it is washable- so bonus!
I gotta say…it is pretty tasty. Even plain. I think the grass-fed milk adds some awesomeness. I am pretty excited to try it with a few mix-ins and toppings for dinner with crackers and fruit.
That being said…high quality milk is expensive, which is why high quality cheese is expensive. It takes A LOT of milk to a very small amount of cheese. So, next time you are in the store and thinking you are getting ripped off by the price of organic cheese, know that you totally aren’t. It is often out of our budget (and most folks, I imagine), but the value is there. Small organic farmers are not getting rich and are getting messed over by large corporations and government policies in many of the same ways we all are. So, when you can, give your local small farmer some serious love! The world will be better for the effort!