Cheesy new year resolutions

Well, we made it through 2022. People pronounce it as if it was the worst year ever. But it was not all that bad for me. It was more like Carol reminded me: Doing the work required to set up 2023 as a great year.

I hope your 2023 also turns out to be a “you know, it was actually not a bad year, not bad at all”.

And with that in mind, I shall start the new year with good intentions. Back to regular blogging, and soon to expand to vlogging as soon as I can work out the technology.

Today’s blog may have started as a bit of rhetoric, but I promise to have some practical concepts in each post. (That does not auger well, can a “concept” be practical?)

Having tasted Susan’s goats’ cheese last night, it reminds me that I never posted my “How to make feta” blog. The easiest cheese to make is paneer (fantastic in a curry), but feta is not too difficult either.


Start with a happy cow.

Step 1 – one friendly lactating cow
Warming the milk

Generally, the 12 eggs I barter with the neighbour, brings me about 1,5 litres of milk to play with.

My cheese making booklet says to use a wide rather than deep pot, but this pot works perfectly well. You need to bring the temperature just below body temperature, at 32 degrees Celsius.

Please take care with this step, because there is no way you can disguise the taste of burnt milk. Unless you use truffle salt (thanks Neil!), which you can try and tell your audience gives the cheese a Smokey flavour.

Dont burn the milk

This handy gadget (thanks Brian!) is especially useful to diffuse the heat down to “simmer temperature.”

a quantity of culture

Addition number 1: Once you have reached the desired 32 degrees, add a teaspoon tip of Flora Danica culture. The milk must not be too hot, because then the culture does not “cult.”

Wait number 1: Let it stand for 30 minutes, keeping the temperature at around 32 degrees. That is quite hard to do on top of the stove, but I have found that putting the pot in a vessel with hot water keeps the temperature stable for longer without risking boiling the milk.

Addition number 2: After the 30 minutes add 5 drops calcium chloride, stir.

5 drops, and stir

Addition number 3: Bring the temperature back to 32 degrees, dilute 8 (eight) drops rennet in a little bit if water, which you then add to the warm milk. Stir well.

The renet maketh the cheese

Finest Kind: Cheese kits, Yoghurt and Cheese making equipment and ingredientshttps://www.finestkind.co.za/

Wait number 2: Now you can take the time to do other things, like tidy the house, stain a cement floor, finish making a stuffed octopus etc. You have at least 45 to 60 minutes. Do not worry if your intermediary task takes longer than that. Here the pot in a warm bath works very well to keep the temperature at 38 to 40 degrees. The outcome of this interlude should be a soft jelly like set consistency.

It is no longer called milk; it is called curd. You may see a clearer liquid, which is called the whey, which will be disregarded for now. We have a separate purpose for the whey.

Cut the curd into blocks, which you gently stir to loosen up, but not break.

Mezmerizing, isn’t it?

Wait number 3:  let the curds rest for 1-2 hours, at a consistent 30 degrees. (Remember the water bath tip). Once the volume of whey matches the volume of curd, you can move to straining.

Gently stirring the cheese
straining the cheese

Wait number 4: Drain the cheese for 12-48 hours, through a pasta strainer lined with a muslin cloth. Save the whey for later use.

You should turn the cheese 3 times during this waiting period. Outcome? The cheese must wait until it reaches a pH of 4.8. Which may take quite some time, but it is important, because the cheese will “melt” in the brine if it is less than 4.8.

One block of “pre-Feta”

We all know the salty nature of Feta – it comes from the brine, which is a 10% solution (100g salt and 15ml Calcium Chloride per liter of water). Brine must be a lower pH, which you should target to get down 4.4 by adding pinches of citric acid. Make enough brine but manage the salt. The saltiness of the cheese is the part I struggle the most with.

Wait number 5: Do not worry, this is the last wait. The cheese must mature in a cool environment (10-14 degrees) for 1-3 months. I use a repurposed wine fridge as my maturation chamber.

The outcome, 3 bottles of Feta, from just under 2 liters of milk

What ifs:

  • If the cheese is too salty, do not worry. It works very well in a Spanakopita (Greek spinach pie).
  • If you forget about the cheese, do not worry. The edges may become a little softer, but it is still edible, although I do it in some cooked format then.
  • If you do not have pH measuring sticks, do not worry. I use a pool pH measuring kit (with a fair degree of judgement in reading the numbers).

But that is too many words, and the list if WhatIffs is too long. Just try it. Worst case scenario, it is a fun experiment with only a small cash investment.

The stuff between the stars

I have cultivated a habit to read aurally. Yes, it is a word.

Aurally is the adverb form of aural.
Aural is related to the ear, or sense of hearing.

I use the app Audio books, because unlike other apps, it does not entice you with fascinating promises of resplendid science fiction (my favourite genre), only to snatch it away as a “title not available in your country.” If you find a title, you can know you can have it.

So, the current book I am busy with, after finishing the fascinating biography of Elon Mush by Ashlee Vance, is, get this, “Astrophysics for people in a hurry” by the renowned Neil de Grasse Tyson. Who is Neil de Grasse Tyson? Inevitably you have come across his soothing voice telling the story of some cosmos on some documentary on Netflix or good old fashioned TV programming. Of course, he would be an astrophysicist, and science communicator, with a voice like that.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt4642162/mediaviewer/rm3526863361/?ref_=tt_ov_i

I consider myself well read, and scientifically minded, but in no way was I prepared for the scientific jargon, period table elemental references and so on. Which is the very reason to keep on reading. No need to become an astrophysicist but being able to have some fascinating late-night conversations around the nature of our existence and our place in the universe/galaxy/realm is a fortunate thing when you have run out of political party insults, or religious analysis, or no new recipes to swop.

And who knows, if I ever happen to cross paths with Brian May, I would like to have a genuine (albeit star struck) conversation with him. In 2007 he obtained his PhD in astrophysics, which he began 30 years earlier, around the time Queen was formed as a band. You may have heard of Queen? Another one bites the dust? Killer queen? Bohemian Rhapsody?

So let me share with you, some fascinating titbits I learned during my travels to town this week.

The large Magellanic Cloud (named after the discoverer, Mr Magellanic), is in fact the nearest galaxy to our own. If you do not have a star gazing app, get it. It really is quite pretty.

My Sky Guide app does not tell me how far exactly, but its all relative anyway. Neil told me it is much smaller than our own, uniquely spiral shaped, Milky Way galaxy.

The Milky Way[b] is the galaxy that includes our Solar System, with the name describing the galaxy’s appearance from Earth: a hazy band of light seen in the night sky formed from stars that cannot be individually distinguished by the naked eye.

Milky Way – Wikipedia

A galaxy is a gravitationally bound system of stars, stellar remnants, interstellar gas, dust, and dark matter. Basically, the Milky Way Galaxy is our “hood,” as in neighbourhood. Speaking in an interstellar sense.

If we want to look for a larger, but similarly shaped galaxy as our own, we need to tell our Sky Guide, to show us the Andromeda Nebulae.

Andromeda

What is a little concerning (relatively speaking) is that Andromeda Galaxy is apparently one of the few galaxies coming towards us, at a rate of 100km per second, rather than much of the galaxy receding as the universe expands at an increasing pace. Fortunately, this is relative. (PS – the book also delves into Einstein’s theory of relativity, or “GR” as me and my astrophysicists like to call it). The likely collision will only happen in a few billion years.

This incredible image is not one but two galaxies colliding in an epic celestial smash that has lasted for 100 million years. The Antennae Galaxies are filled with black holes and neutron stars speeding up the evolution of stars.
https://www.sciencefocus.com/space/gorgeous-galaxy-pictures-from-nasa/

But it has just dawned on me, it makes sense in respect of how Neil explained the universe is expanding. Other than getting into the very complicated reasons why the universe keeps expanding, (which I still need to get my head around, something about dark matter, not being matter as we know it, having the opposite effect to gravity, as we know it?), what is fascinating to hear about, is the apparent shape of the universe. If the rate of expansion were constant, the expansion would look like a flat circle, expanding outward from the point of origin, which is the famous Big Bang theory. Not this (equally famous?) Big Bang Theory .

But the rate of expansion is increasing, and while I do not understand why it results in the described shape, it does make it easier to grasp as he explains it is kind of shaped like a saddle, that starts looping, eventually crashing back into itself.

Regarding the dark matter: It does apparently exist because it has some gravitational force, but we just don’t understand what it is yet. To me, it eases my mind to picture it as the stuff that is filling the void between the stars, or maybe the stuff that is at the edge of the universe, pulling the universe into its theorised shape. But that means there is stuff already outside the universe, so how can the universe expand into nothingness. And this is where I lose the plot.

The concept that inspired today’s topic, was a question I put to myself: What do you get when an extraordinarily complex and mind-boggling science gets “dummified” into a 3-hour audio book (albeit by a technical expert), and then further dummified (by a most certainly untaught commoner)? A back of the chappie wrapper encyclopaedia.

Which like the saddle folding back into itself, takes me back to how I came to like reading arbitrary topics – [Did you know -> a collection of random facts expressed in a short sentence that fit on the back of a 1 cent chappie].

Did you know? Nostalgia for the “TikTok” of previous generations since 1940

Now that I have that off my chest, let me see if I can try and find the Sandman at 2am in the morning. Slumber well my trusted reader and digital follower.

If there was no legal requirement, would you still do it?

Raison D’etre

This is a real middle of the night, I can’t sleep, kind of conversation.

Its 4am. For reasons I won’t delve into right now, we don’t have power. Nothing to do with a mal-performing / run-by-idiots power utility. Although it must be said, someone fiddled with the solar power settings, so maybe, run-by-idiots is not limited to government run institutions.

Oh, do I detect some biting cynicism so early in this morning?

It must be the true me, which nicely loops back to what kept me from falling back into a comfortable slumber. What is the reason for existence. Not in a hypothetical sense of the universe, but very much down to  self-centred all about me. What drives me?

Just over 2 years ago I started this blog. The Great Reset of 2020. Following a period of global self-reflection, with dolphins (allegedly) prancing through the (at that point, surprisingly clean) submerged and abandoned streets of Venice, the whole world was taking a moment to reflect on how nice our environment can be if we stop abusing it.

Why are we abusing our world if it can be such a nice place? Do we really need to have legislation to make us behave in a responsible manner towards our fellow man and generations to follow?

For a change, I went straight for the essence of my internal debate this morning, and now I have run out of words. This piece of writing will probably change shape this morning still because I am not yet sleepy, and its still a long way till sunrise.

Coming back to the Raison d’etre. Usually, at this point I would look for a nice practical Wikipedia definition of the term. Party to elucidate the term for some of my readers (who might not yet be followers 😊 ), but mostly to ensure I have spelled it correctly. 😊 . But having no power, the internet is down, so you are left with my “more or less on track” ramblings.

I am driven to add value. There, I’ve said it. In some spheres of my professional life , my role is prescribed by legislation. Which by its very essence contradicts my internal drive. Let me clarify. Just because in a particular scenario my role is prescribed by law, it does not mean I automatically add value. Other than being able to tick a box. So, if that piece of legislation did not exist, would I still have cause to exist in that role? We need to be honest here. Especially at 4:30 in the morning when no one else is around, so you don’t need to impress anyone. I try. By looking at the root cause of why legislation prescribes that role. But more so by looking at the impact I can have on the people around me in that role. If I want to add value, what is it that they value. (In this context, this is a statement, not a question. There is no mistake in my grammar). That is why I enjoy facilitating risk workshops, because I see how participants realise how they are actually already doing risk management, and I see how they connect to their colleagues who face similar issues.

Furthermore, I am grateful for the value I gain from those around me, occasionally expressing in no uncertain terms that gratefulness. At other times my appreciation is expressed subtly by attempting a measure of value in return. Occasionally I try getting away with inserting some humour just because its not necessary to take everything so seriously. Like that time I inserted a tongue-in-cheek Terry Pratchet quote into a formal financial analysis report.

It is less complicated in my personal life. And maybe that is why I love farming even though I am a born and bread city girl. OK, maybe city is a bit of over-reaching. A town girl. The simplicity of the question here is Raison d’etre distilled. Here my role is not prescribed by law. Here my role is temporary caretaker. I have a piece of land, and a few animals for whom I need to care. If they don’t have water, they will die. Taking it up a notch on Maslow’s hierarchy of basic needs, I want them to be well fed and happy. So I need to provide a little more nourishment than merely access to grass. And occasionally I need to remove pests and administer reviving medicine.

The same applies to the vegetable garden. Applying “please go away and eat something else” pesticides, rather than destroying a bug’s own right to existence through poisonous pesticides.

And in return? I enjoy a fresh garden herb salad along with a delicious free range meat dish of the day.

While this may come across as righteous virtue, it comes down to the distilled essence at my very core : I enjoy it. Whether prescribed by law, or a most basic life necessity. By giving value, I get value.

Independent observations of life force given dynamic weather changes

AKA, look at how pretty spring has dressed herself.

Everyone in the neighbourhood (relatively speaking) agrees (whole heartedly). Spring bounded upon us in full force. When I say relative neighbourhood, it is in the true Namibian sense. Our nearest neighbours are 6km away (as the crow flies) and that is actually quite close. On average, farmsteads can easily be 30km apart. Statistically speaking, Namibia has 1 person occupying every 2,5 square kilometres. Imagine the peace and tranquillity on any given day of the week. Yes, I am in the hospitality trade, and yes, we long to have our foreign friends visit us again.

Back to the observations, interspersed with photographic evidence.

There are more baby Gemsbuck than before, and much earlier than before.

In a matter of one week, the trees, who had shed all semblance of life at the previous overnight frost a mere month ago, put on their most cheerful display of blossom bouquets, even if they did not have any greenery yet.

And by the next week, the juices of life worked their magic on the budding green leaves, and the trees are making the landscape perk up in a rapidly increasing verdant colour scale.

Taking a walk through the veld, or even just standing on the stoep in the balmy glow of a fiery sunset, one can almost feel the sweet aroma of the veld. A veritable honeybee heaven.

DBP sunset

In a matter of hours, after unwrapping the lemon tree from its protective winter pyjamas, its branches and leaves were outstretched to maximum full lung capacity.

The goats have done their kidding thing, and the joyful bleating and rock/tree climbing activity brings even more life to the veld. The sheep have lambed, the cattle moms are bringing their calves out to show. The chickens have kicked up production a notch and a half. It an abundance of life.

I took advantage of the clearly plant life affirming conditions and christened my new raised vegetable beds with all manner of vegetables. Not even one week, and the spinach was peeking out. Another week, and you can’t keep the good beans down.

I have learnt some lessons this winter. Come hell or high freezing water, just get through it. Even if it looks like all is lost, come those first friendly vitamin D rays, things will look up.

Basil come to life

An equally important lesson: Preserve some of the abundance of summer. Therefor I shall get busy in the kitchen, and you can look forward to a range of pesto’s (the wild rocket is especially peppery), pickled brinjals/eggs/pumpkin/etc, chamomile tea, etc. But not before we have had the first freshly harvested goodness from the earth, in about 2 months’ time. I dont quite have the knack for feta cheese, at least not consistently, but if you are a willing guinea pig….

Friends, family, and followers, stop, stick your head out the window, and smell the joys of summer.

I kid you not, goat is a universal language

OK, my puns are a bit rusty. That is what will happen when you no longer write regularly. Having not done this in a while, I chose to start with a heading, and now need to take it somewhere.

SO, I guess I will head in the direction of my goat herd.

My birthday surprise

Its near the end of the cold dry winter we have in these parts, and there are green shoots appearing everywhere. I wish the green shoots of a shot economy were as tangible.

Just over 2 years ago, for my nth birthday, I got a goat. Yes, you read right. In mathematics N being a symbol for natural numbers. In real life N being a number, I do not particularly want to say out loud. And yes, it was a goat, for my birthday.

Anyway, not long after Kruispad Cecil arrived, along with “his papers” I realised that a lone male goat is a plaintive thing. Nagging about being lonely. So shortly thereafter, we bought him a lady friend. De Mille.

Now, if you are well read, you will start to recognise the combination of names. Or, if you are a follower of my blog, you would have seen the hints before. Failing which, if you are persistent, I will share that with you after a few more lines of prose. (Says she with a mouth filled with hot potato).

Cecil and De Mille were a hot item, and so we were confident that if we introduced another 20 ewes, their relationship could withstand the competition. It did, she remained ewe number 1.

That was two and a half years ago. Today we have one additional ram, Curt, one swop ram Coetzee and I just learned, 29 little kids We are at 160 units of livestock, not counting the young rams we sold over the last two years.

I would be as bold to say my goat farming is doing well.

Those are the facts of this scenario. Now its onto the vibe of goating. They are soo cute! In anyone’s language. Most notably my Chicago dwelling niece & nephew, who engaged with the other kids as if they had known them forever. Just like kids do everywhere.

The character of goats, explained visually:

And they are fast

Speedy Gonzales

Before I forget – Cecil Blount DeMille was an American film director, producer & actor. Not of an era that I would be directly familiar with, but that is the way pop culture works. Osmosis. Somehow you absorb your surroundings, which nicely brings me back to my topic. Surrounding oneself with life and joy. Looking forward to seeing you soon.