Archive for December, 2009

The Dreaded Inversion

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

We’ve been stuck in one of our infamous inversions since just before Christmas. And on Christmas day, the air quality in Cache Valley was the worst in the nation! Now it’s bad enough to be suffering through daytime highs of 8°F and nighttime lows near -10°F, but then throw breathing the dirtiest air in the nation into that equation, and well, it just makes you want to take a little trip.

And the cows are feeling the same way. Our milk production has really dropped this last week or so, not to worry though, our cheese yields have gone through the roof—plenty of milk solids still there to coax into cheese.

The ice fog did make for some pretty scenes, and the afternoon sunlight certainly took on a strange tint. I am posting some pictures taken the last few days … all showing the “positive” side to this not-so-great part of living in Cache Valley. This morning we awoke to snow falling and a thermometer reading of 22°F so things are looking up.—PS

Hoar frost coats a spider web on the grain bin.

Hoar frost coats a spider web on the grain bin.

Even a lariet hanging in the hay barn collected frost.

Even a lariet hanging in the hay barn collected frost.

One of the barn cats tries to squeeze a little warmth out of the late afternoon sun.

One of the barn cats tries to squeeze a little warmth out of the late afternoon sun.

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 25th, 2009

After moving a few bales of hay down from the barn, I decided to make the day a special one for the cows. I put a new bale of straw out on the dry lot for them. After a few minutes of intense head rubbing, jumping, bucking, kicking and all-around joyful behavior, they all settled in for some serious munching.

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And soon after, the time was right for a nap.

A few days ago, I decided it was time to move Eve from the nursery pasture to the big girl area. I move the cows up with the two heifers for a few hours each afternoon. Eve is always so happy to see the cows come up that she has to run and greet them. Then she usually gets a lesson in where her place in the herd is going to be. Now she and Gabby keep each other company.—PS

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That’s Eve’s mom, Elsie, with Gabby and her.

Our Newest Stinky Cheese

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

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Squares of our Belvedere Tomme after a few months in the cave

At last summer’s farmers markets we premiered our newest cheese – Belvedere Tomme. This French-style cheese is a washed rind, “stinky” cheese made from whole raw milk from our farm’s six “girls” – our beautiful (and sometimes stinky in their own right) Brown Swiss cows.

The flavor is hearty with a tangy aftertaste. At times, I think I detect a hint of bacon flavor. And like all our cheeses (thanks to the “girls”) it is very creamy.

We make Belvedere in 8-pound squares. The squares are first washed with b. linens. This culture is responsible for the “stink” but also a very distinctive flavor, which many people (including me) love. B. linens is also responsible for the orange color, typical of washed-rind cheeses, which include Munster and Tallegio. Once the b. linens is established, we finish the Belvedere by washing it in a local apple cider from Zollingers Orchard.

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Fresh from the brine tank, these need to age before they are “stinky.”

Belvedere is made using a vegetable rennet, so vegetarians can enjoy its robust flavor. Unlike some tommes, Belvedere is not pressed.

Pete and I named the tomme in honor of my father, Glen Hines, who passed away December 14, 2008. Dad was a 10th Mountain Division ski trooper in World War II. He frequently told the story that he “won” the war in Italy when he and his fellow ski troopers took Mount Belvedere.

I have to admit, Dad may not have liked the strong flavor of his namesake cheese, but I think he would appreciate the gesture.

Descendants of 10th Mountain Division ski troopers have established a foundation to keep the memories alive. The website includes old photos and a letter Dad wrote to his parents in May 1945. — jh

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Ah, the final result … we like it, how about you?