Friday, October 15, 2010

Valerie Crow


Whitney and Urethra have been rather anti-social since their arrival on the farm, refusing to join the herd. Currently they are residing in the neighbour's paddock. This morning, I needed lard to seal the bandage on my first ever cheddar. Mr Farmer suggested that Whitney and Urethra might like to contribute (since they wont do anything else). We went down to see if they could herd them back up to our paddocks (one last chance to join the herd) - as it happened, they had already joined the herd, if only temporarily. Roger had neglected to tell us about the fleeting relationship he had had with them, which ended with the other ewes shunning Whitney and Urethra, who promptly relocated next door. The end result, however, was little Valerie Crow (Val, to her friends) - a jet-black fluffy little lamb with a few white markings on her face. Whitney and Urethra were somewhat relieved to have the situation out in the open. We suspect Val may have a half sibling on the way, although Whitney and Urethra are keeping very quiet. Lambpost's mum offered to help us out with the lard situation instead (plus tonight's roast dinner, and some sausages).
In other news, I attempted mozarella today, but somewhere along the way some bad bacteria made their way into the milk, so I turned it into Inglis' dinner instead. I suspect the yogurt may have introduced the bacteria.
PHOTO: Val Crow looking for her mummy after the photo shoot she and I had... she got mixed up and ran after Mr Farmer first, then the suffolk ewe, before giving up and popping back through the fence to her real mum.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Cheese








Helen and I have been making cheese.

Every morning, Helen is waiting for me at the gate, rain or shine (even on weekends - that's dedication for you). If she thinks I am late (or maybe that I have forgotten) she calls out loudly. The same thing happens in the evening - and every time she sees me during the day. I suspect she is in it for the Fiskens Dairy Meal and miscellaneous vegetable scraps she gets at milking time, rather than for my company. In any case, we have milk - lots of milk - so it is time for some cheese.

Helen suggested I start out with something we know how to make, so our first cheese was a feta. Unfortunately there were some nasty bacteria in the cheese cloth, so that one got fed to Inglis the piglet. The next batch is in the fridge, expected to be ready in two days' time (and probably to be served on a home-made pizza with home-made chorizo sausage). The third batch is the one in the photos - I put it in brine today. The fourth batch was cut and hung today.

When I first started making feta, the general consensus on the internet appeared to be straight forward. Now, however, there are several variations on feta making processes, which Helen and I (or maybe even the East Friesian Ewes and I, depending on the fund) will eventually try. Our "traditional" recipe goes like this:

First, slowly heat 4 litres of milk to 68°C in a stainless steel pot, and hold it at this temperature for an hour. The temperature is apparently very important - though last season there were several instances where I got distracted and let the milk overheat, with no discernible ill effects (I was only a few degrees over the target temperature every time). In any case, a thermometer is important, and Helen and I would like to thank Mr Farmer for lending us his thermometer.

After an hour, let the milk cool to 30°C (you can skip the first step and just start with 30°C milk - it may enhance the taste, but may also let unwanted bacteria continue to live in your cheese.) Add a tablespoon of acidophilus yogurt (we use DeWinkel), mix in thoroughly, and leave for an hour.

Right after you have mixed in the yogurt, combine half a cup of cold water and a half teaspoon of rennet (available at all good Countdown stores) - it would appear that it is important to let this stand for an hour before adding it. This step is often forgotten, so I have found that 20 minutes of standing time works just as well. After an hour, add the rennet, and mix it in thoroughly. I use a whisk (hence the bubbly surface in the photos). Let it stand, covered, at room temperature overnight.

In the morning, cut the curds. You need a 'clean break' - curds with a similar consistency to crème caramel. Cut in centimetre-ish strips one way, angling the knife to one side as you move along, then turn the pot 90° and do the same thing. Leave it to sit for 10 minutes, then stir very gently. I read a recipe from someone who only ever uses plastic to stir the curds, as it doesn't damage them - but plastic holds odours (and all our kitchen utensils are multi-purpose), so to be on the safe side I use the curd-cutting knife - again, with no ill effects. Next, heat the curds slowly to 30°C (40°C seems to work, too), cover and hold it at this temperature for 45 minutes. This makes the curds firmer. It is a good idea to stir gently every ten minutes, but if you forget, the curds will just clump together a bit (which makes them easier to get out of the pot).

I used to just pour the curds and whey through a cheese cloth, but this is very messy. Now, I use a stainless steel slotted spoon to get the bigger curds out into the cheese cloth, and pour the remaining curds and whey on top. Over-handling the curds can apparently make the cheese tough and plasticky. So can pressing it too much (so I don't press it at all). Keep the whey that drains off - this makes the brine. You can make it with water instead of whey, but it doesn't taste as good.

Hang your cheese cloth somewhere (I use the laundry tub) for 12 hours (or 24 if you are brave - we did one like this and it tasted brilliant. The next one got e-coli). After this, cut it into slices, salt the surfaces with un-iodised salt, put into a container, and leave at room temperature for 12 hours (or 24, or 48 - if it isn't too hot, you can get away with anything). This helps to drain even more moisture from the curds.

Next, pour your brine over - 2 cups of whey and 5 tablespoons of salt. In batch number two I used 5 teaspoons of salt instead - will have to wait until Wednesday to see how it tastes. The acidity of the brine is important; if it isn't acidic, your cheese will melt (so I have read, anyway) - but apparently leaving the whey at room temperature for 12 hours will make it nice and acidic. The cheese needs to sit in the brine for at least a week - the longer the better (to a point, anyway). Store it in the brine, rinsing each piece before you eat it. This makes a lovely, soft, creamy, spreadable feta. I'm working on a dry crumbly version (but we are very fond of the current version).

Hygiene is very important during this process - I spray my utensils with diluted bleach (then rinse them) before using, and boil my cheese cloths before I use them. You'll know if you have bad bacteria in your cheese - the smell is very distinctive, and the spongy texture and small round holes are a dead giveaway. Our chickens, pigs, and Inglis the piglet love the occasional batch of bad-bacteria cheese...

November is drawing very close, and the East Friesian Ewe Fund has almost enough for half a ewe. Might be time to start convincing Mr Farmer to let Helen get a boyfriend, instead...

PHOTOS: pasteurizing, curd-cutting, curd-heating and firming, curd draining, the state-of-the-art curd draining facility, and a drained cheese, ready to be cut.


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Milk!


Since Arthur left, I have been milking Helen twice daily. Apparently milking twelve hours apart helps to maximise production, which means 6.20 am starts. On Sunday evening, production was poor. I didn't bother measuring it, but Mr Farmer saw it and muttered "she's not a real milking goat" (much to Helen's embarrassment). On Monday, production was still low. I've started feeding Helen molasses and more grain at milking time, adjusted my milking technique (the last little bits of milk can be accessed by stripping down from the top, rather than milking from the bottom) and (now that Helen is over Mr Farmer's comments, and is slowly coming to terms with being a milking goat rather than a mum) production is slowly increasing. It is unlikely that she'll ever out-do Katie, but we might make a small batch of feta cheese tomorrow night.

The pigs have still not given birth - however, it is pouring with rain, which usually seems to spur them on.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Still waiting...



Heavily pregnant Bic and Nancy (pictured - picture taken yesterday) spent the day basking in the almost-Spring sun, making the most of their freedom before the piglets arrive.

Helen spend the day crying loudly, to see if Arthur would answer, and to make me feel horribly guilty about letting him leave. To ease the burden, I made a goat milk white sauce for tonight's pork, pumpkin, mushroom and spinach lasagna.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Goodbye Arthur


Arthur moved out this morning. Mum Helen is still a bit upset - she can't understand why he'd choose AnLamb over her home cooking. Arthur has gone to live about half an hour North of the farm, with a large family (four small children, a Nubian goat and a horse to keep him company). He will have his very own wendy house to live in, and hopes to win lots of ribbons in the local school's calf club competition. As a parting gift, Arthur left us $80 for the East Friesian Ewe Fund, which means we now have enough for just under half an East Friesian Ewe.

PHOTO: Arthur, modeling the latest trend in bread-bag raincoats, in the good old days before he left home.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Spring!




Two new additions to the farm arrived today - Rodney and Heather. In typical lamb fashion, they arrived at the beginning of a patch of wet, windy weather. Proud mum is a Suffolk, proud Dad is Roger the Arapawa. This is the first set of twin lambs to arrive since I have been on the farm. In an effort to keep them warm and dry, we made bread-bag raincoats for them. The bread bags are a bit loose, which just shows how tiny the wee lambs really are. I offered to take them in and raise them as my own (in our warm, dry house), but Mr Farmer and their mum objected. Roger wasn't bothered - he just wanted to know if we were going to feed him.

Cliff, Nancy and Kim are out of the bush, thanks to some enticing promises of food from Mr Farmer this afternoon. So far, no piglets...

PHOTOS: The twins and their mum (and, in photo number three, one of the remaining Three Little Pigs) in the miserable almost-Spring weather.

Ouch!



In preparation for his move to a new home (with four children, another goat and a horse), Arthur was rubber-ringed on Sunday. This will mean he will grow into a sweet-smelling, hygiene-conscious wether, not an odorous buck like his father. Although he was initially a little sore, he has since been spotted gamboling around the back garden, so can't be feeling the effects too badly.

In other news, Nancy and Kim are looking rather pregnant, and Cliff is looking decidedly pleased with himself. On Sunday we started feeding them on the house-side of the bush, to make it easier to move them into the paddocks for farrowing. Kim and Nancy are always somewhat reluctant to approach the electric fence line, but Cliff is never bothered (even when the fence is up and on)...

PHOTOS: Arthur keeping out of storm, and a very large-looking Nancy (it's the nipples that give her pregnancy away).