Clara's Corner: I MADE CHEESE!!!!!!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

I MADE CHEESE!!!!!!

I spent the last five days with Lisa and I made two kinds of Feta Cheese..... regular and a spreadable one with dill. Lisa has a new baby goat on her farm. She sold all of her goats about five years ago and I think she missed their company. So she has a Nanny and it kidded about a month ago. The cheese is wonderful. Here is the process in three pictures.

Cooking on the stove......

Draining overnight...... and then the finished product! I didn't make a picture of the spreadable.

3 comments:

Margie's Musings said...: You are way too clever, Clara.

I don't even cook anymore.; 5:25 AM
Teresa said...: Thanks for sharing, it looks yummy!
~ t.; 8:21 AM
Latane Barton said...: Well, Clara, I can't believe that you two made cheese. I've never known anyone who made their own cheese so I am very impressed!!!; 10:43 AM

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