Yesterday evening, I went home and decided to take an impromptu poll. This quasi-scientific poll asked only one question: How does the feta cheese make the kitchen smell? Well, initial results indicate that 75% of household residents affirmed that the smell is closer to cat vomit than richly aged Feta! It should be noted that there is a significant margin of error in this poll, due to the fact that participant’s opinions are not weighted based on their love of cheese-making!
The pungent odor (a good pungent, mind you) only increased when I cut the cheese (hehehehe) into smaller cubes for aging. They were salted and placed in a container to sit at room temperature for a couple of days before I put them in a large jar of salt brine to develop that distinctive Feta flavor. We shall see how this experiment all works out. If all goes well, there is another batch in our future…just imagine the disappointed look on my wife and kids’ faces!
The kids had a great time yesterday morning playing in the snow. Sadly, I had to go to work despite the wintery mess covering the ground.
By the time I got my evening pass from the salt mine, most of the snow and ice had melted away. The problem that remained was the wind—an icy, bone-chilling wind that pierced even the thickest winter coat. The goats decided that they would take their time eating while I stood shivering in the barn. By the time I was able to get inside, my fingers felt like rigor mortis had set in. But that was soon remedied by a big bowl of my wife’s famous chili. Now, no one willl know it isn’t the Feta!
The pungent odor (a good pungent, mind you) only increased when I cut the cheese (hehehehe) into smaller cubes for aging. They were salted and placed in a container to sit at room temperature for a couple of days before I put them in a large jar of salt brine to develop that distinctive Feta flavor. We shall see how this experiment all works out. If all goes well, there is another batch in our future…just imagine the disappointed look on my wife and kids’ faces!
The kids had a great time yesterday morning playing in the snow. Sadly, I had to go to work despite the wintery mess covering the ground.
By the time I got my evening pass from the salt mine, most of the snow and ice had melted away. The problem that remained was the wind—an icy, bone-chilling wind that pierced even the thickest winter coat. The goats decided that they would take their time eating while I stood shivering in the barn. By the time I was able to get inside, my fingers felt like rigor mortis had set in. But that was soon remedied by a big bowl of my wife’s famous chili. Now, no one willl know it isn’t the Feta!
Oh, and Happy Birthday Auntie C!
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I just love Feta! Keep up the good work!
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