Queso de cabra


All this time I’ve spent trying to perfect mozzarella (which turns out about 50% of the time) and I’d never tried the much easier goat cheese!! I bought 1 QT of pasteurized goat milk at Trader Joe’s and finally decided to try making Chevre. Turns out it’s dead easy.

I put a stainless steel saucepan inside a larger pot (resting on a few rocks) filled with water and warmed the milk to 86 F. I had ordered ‘Chevre starter packs’ from the New England Cheesemaking Supply Company (no, there is no closer source!). These include malto dextrin, mixed culture, and rennett. I subdivided the package into 4 since I was making 1/4 gallon and sprinkled in the powdered mixture at 86F. I mixed the milk well with a spoon then covered the pot.

The recipe now calls for leaving the milk at room temperature (not less than 72F) for 12-16 hours. My house not being this warm even during the day, I decided to try the simple wool box approach I’d read about in H.C. Flores’ Food Not Lawns. Well, I didn’t have a box, so I wrapped the pots in my grandma’s wool shawl, covered the whole thing with a towel, and went to bed.

Today after ~15h I checked the milk to see if the curd had formed. I tilted the pot a bit so the whey moved aside and revealed a nice curd that pulled away from the pot edge and gave a bit under my finger. Cool.

I cut the curds into 1″ columns then gently poured the whole thing into a colander lined with butter muslin. The butter muslin might have been overkill – cheese cloth may have sufficed. I wrapped the muslin around the handle of a wooden spoon so the curds hung and the whey dripped. After 6 hours I checked again and, drip-free, I had chevre! I put the cheese into a glass container and into the fridge. It even smells like goat cheese!!

Tres, tres simple. Later we made pizza with it and it was delicious.

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Is Fishgirl really a scientist?


Nearest Book Thing Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence here and, along with these instructions, on your blog.

In case any of you wondered ‘is she really a scientist? All she talks about are gardens and chickens…’, here is my nearest book as per above:

“The margins of the posterior nares can form thin, flexible flaps which function as valves so that the opening can be closed and opened.” From Olfaction in Fishes by Herman Kleerekoper (1969, Indiana University Press).

I’ve (finally) started studying for my written exams, which will cover a variety of topics pertaining to my dissertation. The above book is more relevant beginning on p. 115 with Olfaction and Behavior of Fishes.

Of course, the above exercise may not prove I’m a scientist, only a geek.

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Baracka likes Broccoli

…And carrots, and rice, and curds, and whey, and waffles, and cucumbers…


Well, they all do. We save up leftover scraps and offer them the next morning. It’s fascinating to watch them learn new foods and go crazy over familiar ones. Chickens will peck at anything once or twice, but once they know what it is, it’s no longer an accident. The first time I brought out curds (failed attempt to make mozzarella), they didn’t appear interested. Eventually though, the bowl was empty. The next time I screwed up the mozzarella: gobble curds. They also like chicken (gasp). I don’t think this is weird. They’re omnivores and they’re birds. When I last made chicken stock, I gave them the cooked carcass and veggies to pick over. Next day: nothing but bones.

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Knock-Knock Who’s There? Chickens!


This weekend, with sunny days in the forecast and time on our hands to babysit, we let the chickens out into the yard. At first they weren’t sure they wanted to, and then just hung out in the ‘jungle’ near their coop, pecking at the underbrush and gobbling down grass. But now they’ve begun to explore. Their favourite spot has been beneath the big rhodie by Scott’s office where there is dirt to scratch, cover overhead, and water dripping from the roof.

However, yesterday they started hanging out on the front stoop. Chirp-chirp chirpy-chirp, I heard from my ‘office’ spot near the front door. I open the door and three chickens look up at me – hi! They’ve taken to pecking apart our doormat. We like to think they have excellent instincts, but unless we have an infestation of fleas in that mat, this behaviour doesn’t make a lot of sense. Plus they poop on the stoop. Ha. I also hear them bing-bing-banging and when I go out to investigate, all three are standing on the metal floor beneath the grill. What’s that about?


When we come out they venture a little farther afield, though sometimes they just want to peck at my sleeve and stand on me. Funny chickens. On nice days we sit out in chairs and watch chicken TV. They’re not doing anything very interesting, and yet it is both amusing and relaxing to watch them poke around, occasionally getting very excited and flunning about (new chicken verb: fly/run), usually from one covered spot to another.

While the chickens flun around, I’m working on building their nesting box and on expanding the garden. Oh, and analyzing data for my next paper.

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