Friday, 28 August 2020

Cheeseheads

A definition from Wikipedia:
Cheesehead is a nickname in the United States for a person from Wisconsin[1] or for a fan of the Green Bay Packers NFL football franchise.

A definition from  the Merriam-Webster Dictionary:
Yooper: a native or resident of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan used as a nickname

As a proud Yooper who has backed The Pack for many years, the term cheesehead fits me.  I use it today for my post title though, not in the way it was defined above. I use it now instead to refer (fondly) to the members of my family who are fond of eating cheese. That's all of us. Oh, there are some of us who like practically any sort of cheese, even most of the smelly ones, and there are those of us who prefer a much more limited variety. The important part of being a cheesehead in our house is that you like the idea of cheese. And in that, we are definitely united.  

Recently, because of this common respect for the cheesiness of cheese, I suggested that we make some of our own.  Auckland's level three restrictions against Covid were on again during this time, and I thought that such an activity was a healthy way to spend some home time, to educate the younger members of our whanau, and to produce something good to eat. 

Allie bought us 3 liters of Jersey, unhomogenized, whole milk, and we did the rest.  I don't have a lot of photos of our efforts, but I have some of the high points of the process. One thing I think the boys learned was how easy it is to make a very pleasant, mild cheese. 

They actually did the making. I showed them a video before we started and gave input when needed, but they did all the measuring, stiring, pouring, mixing, and dipping. I cleaned up. 

Here then is the record of our first step into the wonderful world of caseiculture. 


 This is some rich milk.



 Ours was very simple cheese. We used milk and white vinegar. 



 The most time consuming part of the process was getting the milk up to heat.





That's Arram's hand on the vinegar and Amiri's on the stirer.



 The curds formed very quickly. It was fun to watch.




 We got an excellent yield.  




The teaspoon measure indicates we added one teaspoon of salt to the curds. (in hindsight, I wish we had added at least two.



There it is. Next, I lightly salted the outside of the cheese and wrapped it tightly in Saran Wrap before putting it into the fridge to cool and further solidify.  




An unquestionable success!  
Easy, fun to do, and mildly delicious

Whether you are a hard-core cheese foodie, a middle of the road cheese experimenter, or a novice cheesehead wannabe, I urge you to try making some of your own. Set aside an hour or two, watch one the dozens of videos on You Tube to reassure yourself, and have some fun.  You won't be sorry. It really does work.                  -djf 

Here is the video we watched:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utyzDUrd2Bw


(Do you know what?  They sell goat milk at the supermarket.)
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I hope that you enjoyed watching us make cheese. If you are at all interested in ruminating at greater length about cheese, continue reading. 

I found some quotes about cheese at https://www.goodreads.com/quotes.  

“He remembered his mother once telling him that there were more than three hundred types of cheese made in France. Soured had solemnly replied that one day he would go there and try every one.
There were worse reasons to choose a place to live”
― Alex George, The Paris Hours
(I remember the first time I tried Asiago. It was at a booth outside the Exhibition Building at the U. P. State Fair. I was impressed. l went back to that booth so often to grab more of the tooth-picked morsels, that I was sure that they'd put the tray away as soon as they saw me coming...djf)  


“Age is of no importance unless you’re a cheese.”
― Billie Burke
(All this talk about cheese has made me vow to visit our favorite French cheese shop when I can travel again...and buy some varieties we haven't yet tried...Especially some aged ones....djf)


And here is a quote (and a question) for the esoteric philosophers among you...I know it made me think...
“What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?”
― Bertolt Brecht
Quarter of Emmental cheese head isolated on a white background. Quarter of Emmental cheese head isolated on a white background. Clipping paths. Emmental Cheese Stock Photo

(Did you know that the holes in Swiss cheese are filled with carbon dioxide? Is that do you suppose, another reason to wring our hands about global warming? Did you know that there are over 450 varieties of Swiss cheese?  That 30,000 tons of it are made every year in Switzerland alone?  According to a speech I heard not long ago, we have only nine years to go before global warming is irreversable!  So every time you or I slice into another block of Gruyere or Emmentaler, we are hastening the end. This is a problem. Why isn't someone looking into substituting some other sort of gas in all those billions of holes? That's what I'd like to know. I wonder other things too. Like, I know the Swiss cheese bacteria give off carbon dioxide, but what do they breathe in, stuck way down inside that cheese like they are? And what about when you cut into a block of cheese. If you listened very carefully in a very quiet room, or had a really good microphone against it, could you hear the hiss of the gas escaping when you hit a hole? Does the pressure in the bubble of carbon dioxide in the cheese increase as the bubble gets bigger?  And what about a bubble of gas that forms close to the surface, could it explode if the pressure got too high? Could whole blocks of Swiss cheese explode if no one bought them for a really long time and the holes just kept getting bigger? Especially if they were left in the sun or in a hot warehouse somewhere?  I can imagine those big blocks going off as each hole bursts and sounding like poporn or fireworks. I know that I'm going to look very carefully at Swiss cheese chunks in the store from now on and if any of them are bulging, I'm not going to buy them.  If I do buy any, I'm going to ask for fresh Swiss cheese with only small holes. That way, maybe we'll get 10 years. And what about the workers in cheese stores who cut those blocks up into pieces all day long? Do they get light-headed from exposure to carbon dioxide? I wish I knew.  I was thinking about blue cheese too the other day...           -djf)

Saturday, 22 August 2020

A dog's life

Our friends Mike and Kim recently sent us a video of their dog Zach on his seventh birthday. 

As it happened, I met a number of dogs while on my walk that very day. I'd like to introduce you to them in this post, and I'll show you a few more shots of what else I saw as I walked near what we like to call, 'the duck pond.'  

First, a couple of quotes about dogs that I like:



Woodrow Wilson Quotes
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
From the small, very, to the tall, exceedingly....




 I was sitting on the corner of a bench, minding my own business, when this guy came over to say hello. He apparently found me acceptable for he proceeded to sit down and lean against me, is if he were in urgent need of propping up. I was glad to be of service. 




132 pounds of Great Dane



The best-behaved dog in the park. 

(I wonder if the great dane's owner could just back it up to this recepticle when needed and  avoid having to pick up the rather sizeable messes it must make.)




Mid-winter at the duck pond. (Boy, these NZ winters are tough, huh?) 



A dad and his son lauch an air and water propelled rocket.  




I have sometimes finished a post with a few quotes from P. G. Wodehouse. Today, because I just recently bought, received and have now read Galahad at Blandings, another first edition, I thought I'd get out my collection and show them to you.  
Nothing Serious was published in 1950, Service With a Smile in 1962, Galahad at Blandings  in 1965, and A Pelican at Blandings in 1969. 
The very first Wodehouse book I ever read, discovered while browsing through the shelves at the Escanaba Public Library, was A Pelican at Blandings, although the edition I found there was from a much later American printing and was entitled No Nudes Is Good Nudes.  The story was the same. Why they go about changing titles like that, I don't know. 

-djf

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Monday, 17 August 2020

Silence is Golden


For 21 of my 35-year working career, I worked for an oak furniture manufacturer. At one point during the time I was there, the company boasted 324 employees.  It was a busy place. 

I had a wide range of duties.  If I wasn't on the shop floor somewhere, I was in my office and on the phone with sales reps, customers, vendors, or others. I also had daily meetings with the management team and sometimes with employees. 

If the machinery in the place had produced product in proportion to the volumn of noise it produced, my profit sharing account might have grown much faster than it did. And you would have agreed, if you could have been listening in on many of my calls, that some sales reps and customers didn't lag far behind machinery when it came to making a ruckus.  

That's one of the reasons why I loved the yearly white-tail deer hunting season. I would always take some time off and spend it in my hunting blind, 3.35 miles (as the crow flies) from the factory.

I would usually spend the entire day in my blind. Enjoying the silence. One season, I sat from before light, to after dark, five days in a row, and did not see a single deer.  Finally, when a  buck showed up and I decided to harvest it, part of me regretted ruining the stretch of silence I had been enjoying with my gunshot.   

I was thinking of those days today as I walked the almost vehicle-free streets of our neighborhood. Had I decided to walk down the center lines of the streets on my two mile walk, rather than to have just taken some of the pictures you're about to see from the centerlines, I would not have had to move aside very often. 

We are back on level three for Covid. We're lucky we didn't get put back on four. There have been a couple areas of outbreaks after 102 days with no new cases. Apparently, the government feels that they can isolate the sick without resorting to a complete shutdown of the country again. 

But they are not getting soft on Covid. If a family is found to have a member with Covid, that entire family is required to move to a quarantine hotel until they all test negative.  

But back to my photos. Any cars you'll see in them are parked. The silence is almost complete. No sound of local cars going by, no distant background hum from the motorway, and no jets circling the city as they descend toward the airport. 

The electric trains are running at a reduced frequency. Their far away clackety-clack is more noticeable now against the quiet. It's about all there is to hear twice an hour.  

Since the situation demands it, I'm glad to embrace the respite from traffic. I will take my walks each day and try to pay attention to what lessons the silence might make audible to me. The sunlight today is golden. So is the silence. 

I'm pushing 69 years and I think I've learned a thing or two in that time. My suggestion to you is to try to find some intervals of quiet time in your own lives. My seasons of silence have done me a lot of good over the years. Consider it.      













Well, I've just learned something the day before I intended to post this....

Jeanne just saw an news article reporting that record numbers of people had descended on Muriwai Beach this weekend, because of this wonderful weather no doubt, but in defiance of the level three restrictions on travel and gathering in crowds.  

And I thought that the streets were empty because all the citizens were cooperating with the government's announcement. Instead I find they're empty 'cause everyone else is at the beach! Hhmmmmppff.         -djf


Wednesday, 12 August 2020

Birthday party hearty!

This post celebrates Allie's birthday. For her dinner party, she chose a place berthed on Auckland's Wynyard Quarter wharf.   

This is not the sort of wharf where mysterious freighters dock at midnight, where private eyes and spies hang out, or where fog swirls and foghorns sound. (at least not usually

No, this is a bright, revitalized, energetic section of the city that pulls in a steady stream of the hungry and thirsty. 

As you'll see in my first picture, we ate at a place called Miss Clawdy.  I've copied a bit of text from their website, explaining who they are...

"YOU FOUND US, COME ON IN

Miss Clawdy is your soul food haven. Inspired by Lloyd Price’s 1952 New Orleans hit single, ‘Lawdy Miss Clawdy’, we feed hungry hearts with edible goodness wrapped in a lil’ southern magic.
Be warned, Miss Clawdy’s kitchen ain’t shy when it comes to cooking. Flavours are big, playful and have attitude, just like Miss Clawdy herself.
Miss Clawdy praises the soul, heart and essence of sharing derived from southern cuisine.
We appreciate you stopping by, see y’all soon."


To get you in the proper mood, I've included Lloyd's song just below. My suggestion is to get it going and then click back to my post to look at the pictures while he sings. 
(they had music playing inside and we got to hear this song several times while we ate.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apyP260BYBg



 We're at the back




 Allie's friend Dory has joined us tonight. 




 It's winter here. It's only about 7:00 p.m. but it's full dark and rather chilly as we walk back to our car. We are warm though. We had a couple orders of fried chicken, jambalaya, shrimp and grits, mac and cheese, Jamaican jerked chicken, kumera, corn bread, cabbage slaw, and french fries. Did a lot of tasting of each other's choices. Some of us even tried a Lawdy lager. (I had two)  



The massive fish market building you see once glistened (no doubt) with fish scales as fishermen unloaded their daily catches into it. Now it twinkles with lights and houses an assortment of trendy eateries inside where visitors and locals sip wine or craft beers as they dine,     





and where art adorns practically every wall.  

You can still buy fish there from any number of vendors, and right from live tanks if you want, or take cooking classes upstairs featuring the freshest of fish.  


 In the car park.




When we got home, we had birthday cake. 
Allie's favorite cake is this one. It's a two-layer super-moist yellow cake with caramel frosting, caramel corn and flaked sea salt on top.  All homemade. (except the sea salt) 
And, as usual, Jeanne accidentally made a whole lot more caramel corn than was needed to top the cake. Oh well, we'll all help get rid of it, somehow...

Happy Birthday to Allie!    -djf

Bonus Feature...


I liked that song so much, I wanted to hear it again. Here are Lloyd Price And Little Richard doing it in 1994.  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esbL7CjTavo

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Whoa, that was a close one...

It's a good thing that we got out and celebrated Allie's birthday like we did. On Aug. 12th, additional cases of Covid-19 were identified and NZ is shut down once again at level 3. 
No travel, no restaurants, no crowds, no work or schools. Lots of masks and social distancing again.   




Thursday, 6 August 2020

Let's take a walk in Henderson Park.

At the time I took these pictures, it was full summer in Henderson. 
 This is the middle bridge across the Opanuku Stream.


 Rather than enter the open spaces in the park, let's turn left and walk along the trail for a ways...
(I like this picture of the three trees. I've tried to think of what painting it reminds me of. The first one that came to mind is one of birches, and I looked at a bunch of paintings of birches, hoping to see the one that I remembered, but couldn't find it. 
Then, I wondered if it reminded me of The Three Graces by Rubens. Despite the obvious difference in subjects. that might actually be the connection my mind made. Clearly, I'd have to label my picture a bit differently than Ruben's. My photo is named
The Tree Graces.)





Here is one of the Frisbee Golf goals.




At the end of the trail, here's the bridge leading over to the Corbin Estate. Let's get out into the sun. 






I like this spot. I showed it to you once before when I did a post on benches. This is how I labled this photo then:
This photo could be entitled: "The Evolution of the Bench", don't you think?


I think it's time to do some sitting in the park. Take a couple of minutes...Here's someone else telling us about sitting in a park. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3O1RT392fY




Let's walk some more...





Enough sun for now. Let's walk down to the stream, okay?


This spot is nice. It's refreshingly cool after spending time in the sun, and the sound of water makes it seem cooler yet.  
What's that you say?  You can't hear the water?  
Well, of course not. I'm sorry. I forgot. Let me fix that...

There you go. Click on this:

This stream sure looks exotic doesn't it? You'd think we were deep in some rain forest instead of a suburban park.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Till next time....

-djf