I spent my pre-teen years entirely obsessed with the Little House on the Prairie books. I was enchanted by everything that Laura did, including feeding chickens, knitting woolen stocks and helping Ma with the mealtime chores. I longed to be trusted with similar levels of household responsibility. My one dinner-time charge, a nightly assignment to set the table with plates, plastic cups and paper napkins, hardly satisfy my fledgling pioneer spirit.
When I got older and had a kitchen of my own, I started pursuing cooking projects that started from the scratchiest scratch. I begged a bit of sourdough starter from a friend and learned how to make a respectable loaf using nothing but wild yeast to give it lift (though I’ve yet to grind my own flour in a coffee mill). I started canning (and we all know how that turned out). And I’ve even dipped a toe into the world of homemade cheese.
When I say I’ve made cheese, I don’t mean that I have a wheel of pressed cheddar, patiently aging in my coat closet. I’ve found that the quick cheeses are more my style. Ricotta, mozzarella and goat cheese are the trio you’ll find me making most often.
Now, living in Philadelphia means that I don’t have to make these cheeses. Just a few miles away, there are artisans who have worked for years to perfect their fresh cheeses and they are more than happy to sell me a slice or a scoop for a fair price. However, there’s nothing quite so satisfying as channeling your inner Laura and doing it yourself. And so, when I have the time, I like to perform a little culinary magic and make my own cheese.
Goat cheese is shockingly easy to make. The first time I tried it, when I was done, I looked around at the empty kitchen and said, “That’s it? Really?” MORE …