This weekend I made mozzarella cheese. All by myself (well, Michael helped a little). And it tastes like mozzarella cheese.
Six years ago when I was first married, I found cooking a bit intimidating. My first cookbook that got real use was the Campbell's Soup Cookbook my mom got for me. The recipes were easy and fairly tasty, and a good introduction to cooking for me. (I was comfortable with baking. I grew up helping my mom and grandmothers make cookies and things. It was making food for dinner that was a bit daunting.) Over the years I've gone through phases of more cooking and phases of less cooking. This has largely been predicated by my schedule. Tonight, for example, I didn't really make dinner. On Tuesdays I teach violin lessons from 4:00 to 7:00 in the evening, and by 7:00 I'm just hungry and don't want to cook. I make sure to eat a snack of some sort before the 4:00 lesson, but three hours is a long time for a snack to last (particularly when it's a leftover biscuit from Sunday's breakfast with butter and honey). Anyway, I did roast some cut up potatoes with olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and parmesan cheese and had those along with some tortilla chips from Las Chavelas (they have the yummiest chips around). Tonight notwithstanding, I've been doing a lot more cooking this year, particularly in comparison with the preceding year. I've also been making a lot of things myself that for a long time I thought were overly difficult or impossible to make at home. One of those things is bread. I can't remember the last time I bought bread from the store. (Any time I'm tempted to, I read the ingredient list and am immediately put off.) Contrary to my prior belief, and what seems to be popular belief, making bread is not that hard. It's fairly uncomplicated and merely requires a certain amount of planning and a bit of time. If you can read, measure, set a timer, and follow fairly simple directions, you too can make bread.
Another of these items is cheese. Which brings me to today's topic. Homemade mozzarella cheese. I've thought about trying this once or twice a few months ago, but never actually did it. Since we now get a gallon of milk on a weekly basis from a local farm, it's necessary for us to deliberately use it up. (We also have a history of going through phases of milk usage. Sometimes we use quite a bit, other times not so much. This often coincides with cereal eating, which we don't do anymore. Breakfast cereals are highly processed, not to mention expensive, and I don't do highly processed anymore.) Lately, we haven't been drinking it quite as much as we had before, so I was left with a surplus at the end of several weeks. Once I've had to dump the leftover milk because it had soured (and I don't like sour milk). So, when I had nearly the entire gallon at the end of one week, I decided something must be done. I don't like tossing food, so I needed to find a way to use it. Enter the mozzarella cheese experiment.
Making mozzarella cheese sounds impressive, but it's really no more complicated than making dinner (possibly less complicated depending on the dinner). There are only three ingredients: milk, citric acid, and rennet. They must be combined in a particular order, and temperature is important. Basically, you dilute the citric acid and rennet in water, set aside the rennet for a bit, and mix the citric acid with the milk straight from the fridge. The milk must then be heated to 90 degrees Fahrenheit, which is done by placing the container of milk in a sink full of hot water. After the milk reaches 90 degrees, the rennet solution is added. At this point, it is left to sit for 5-10 minutes in order for curd to form. Once it has, you cut it up into 1 inch squares with a big knife, then scoop out the curd with a slotted spoon into a colander to drain the whey. At this point you can add 1/4 - 1/2 tsp of salt to the cheese, work it about a bit to incorporate the salt and help drain the whey. Then you fill a bowl with hot water (about 175 degrees...having a pot heating on the stove while doing the rest seems to achieve this quite well), cut the curd into 1-2 inch pieces again and drop them in the water. Using the spoon, mush the bits together, then start pulling it out of the water. The cheese will stretch, and should be able to be handled not too long after pulling it out of the water. Stretch and pull it like taffy until its smooth and shiny, form it into a ball, and put it in cold water to set the shape. Here is a link to the recipe. Afterward you have a big pot full of whey. This can be used to make ricotta cheese.
So, cheese, at least mozzarella cheese, is really not too difficult to make at home. And it's pretty tasty. Here is my little lump of cheese (after I've tasted it to make sure it turned out).
*The title is from the discussion at the beginning of Monty Python's Life of Brian. Cheesemakers is taken to be representative of all manufacturers of dairy products.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Happy Anniversary
Yesterday, Michael and I celebrated our Sixth Anniversary. We commemorated the occasion by going to Silverwood. Some friends of ours had a voucher for two free adult tickets to Silverwood that expired yesterday and they were unable to use it, so we took it off their hands and had a good time. This was the first time I'd been to Silverwood in nine years. The last time I went, I was 18 years old and fresh out of high school. Two of my friends and I spent the day at Silverwood and hung out all night together shortly before I left for college. It's a bit of a different experience as an adult than as a teenager. Michael and I went mostly for the big rides, and only rode any of them once. Waiting in line for an hour for a ride you haven't ridden is one thing, but to do it over and over is something else altogether. It is a bigger park than it was the last time I was there, and there were tons of people there. We started out pretty tame with the log ride. Despite my memory of it being not terribly exciting, I have to admit feeling a bit of a lurch in my stomach when going down the one, fairly short drop that gets the water to splash you a bit. But, I'm glad we started with that one and worked our way up. We definitely worked our way up.
The next ride was the Panic Plunge, which pulls you straight up in the air (giving a nice view of the park and surrounding area), then drops you suddenly and with very little warning. The line for that wasn't terribly long, but we did watch it a couple times while we waited. It is exhilerating, to say the least. The way up is pretty slow, so it's actually fairly enjoyable, despite the fact that you know you're about to drop soon. There's a little click right before it releases, and allows your brain just enough time to think "Oh, here it...." and then you're falling. The fall doesn't last very long, and it slows down right before it gets to the bottom and lowers you gently back to earth.
After that we went for the Timber Terror. I'm not a huge rollercoaster girl, but I'll do the ones that don't go upside down. It's not the upside down aspect that I dislike about those roller coasters, it's the shoulder harness that straps you in. Roller coasters don't give what anyone would consider a smooth ride, and my head always ends up getting bounced back and forth like a high speed pin ball, and I end up with a massive headache. No thanks. But I will do the wooden ones at Silverwood. The Timber Terror goes pretty quickly, with several drops that pull you off your seat, even if adequately strapped in. At that point we stopped for lunch. I know, three rides and we need food already? But those three rides took somewhere around three hours to complete.
After lunch we went on Thunder Canyon. Every bit as fun and wet as I remember. After getting soaked through, I had the bright idea of going on the Super Roundup, which, in my estimation, would act a bit like the spin cycle of a washing machine and dry us out a bit more quickly. It worked somewhat. The fronts of my clothes were dryer, but my back was still pretty wet, as it was pushed against a solid pad. Michael wasn't a fan of that one, so we moved on. We went on the train next, which was relaxing, if unexciting.
After the train ride we were getting a bit hungry again and decided to get a snack. We ate, then went on Tremors. Tremors has a lot more up and down action than the Timber Terror, and goes underground multiple times. This makes the drops, which are already higher than Timber Terror, even longer, as they go under ground as well. It was fun, but once was definitely enough. After that we were pretty tired, so we went home. I know, not a lot of rides, but it took us seven hours to do all that. We didn't go to Boulder Beach, and we didn't do nearly as much as I did the last time I was there. I guess we are getting old. Oh well...we had a great time, and it was definitely a fun way to spend our anniversary.
The next ride was the Panic Plunge, which pulls you straight up in the air (giving a nice view of the park and surrounding area), then drops you suddenly and with very little warning. The line for that wasn't terribly long, but we did watch it a couple times while we waited. It is exhilerating, to say the least. The way up is pretty slow, so it's actually fairly enjoyable, despite the fact that you know you're about to drop soon. There's a little click right before it releases, and allows your brain just enough time to think "Oh, here it...." and then you're falling. The fall doesn't last very long, and it slows down right before it gets to the bottom and lowers you gently back to earth.
After that we went for the Timber Terror. I'm not a huge rollercoaster girl, but I'll do the ones that don't go upside down. It's not the upside down aspect that I dislike about those roller coasters, it's the shoulder harness that straps you in. Roller coasters don't give what anyone would consider a smooth ride, and my head always ends up getting bounced back and forth like a high speed pin ball, and I end up with a massive headache. No thanks. But I will do the wooden ones at Silverwood. The Timber Terror goes pretty quickly, with several drops that pull you off your seat, even if adequately strapped in. At that point we stopped for lunch. I know, three rides and we need food already? But those three rides took somewhere around three hours to complete.
After lunch we went on Thunder Canyon. Every bit as fun and wet as I remember. After getting soaked through, I had the bright idea of going on the Super Roundup, which, in my estimation, would act a bit like the spin cycle of a washing machine and dry us out a bit more quickly. It worked somewhat. The fronts of my clothes were dryer, but my back was still pretty wet, as it was pushed against a solid pad. Michael wasn't a fan of that one, so we moved on. We went on the train next, which was relaxing, if unexciting.
After the train ride we were getting a bit hungry again and decided to get a snack. We ate, then went on Tremors. Tremors has a lot more up and down action than the Timber Terror, and goes underground multiple times. This makes the drops, which are already higher than Timber Terror, even longer, as they go under ground as well. It was fun, but once was definitely enough. After that we were pretty tired, so we went home. I know, not a lot of rides, but it took us seven hours to do all that. We didn't go to Boulder Beach, and we didn't do nearly as much as I did the last time I was there. I guess we are getting old. Oh well...we had a great time, and it was definitely a fun way to spend our anniversary.
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