Lets make some fresh mozzarella!


In about 30 minutes you can make some fresh mozzarella cheese! Pretty simple and loads of fun.

Here on the farm we get about a gallon of fresh milk a day. There is nothing quite like fresh mozzarella sliced over ripe red garden tomato and fresh basil, add a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil and aged balsamic vinegar, a little salt and freshly ground pepper and voila! A delicious salada Caprese.

First you need a gallon of milk. Store bought works fine, but fresh, raw milk is the best!

Add Citric acid to milk, and stir, slowly heat to 88-90.

To the warmed milk, add liquid rennet. (1/4 tsp added to 1/4 cup cool water. Gently stir for 30 seconds, then turn heat to low.

Within 3-5 minutes, curd will form, looks similar to silken tofu.

Cut curds with a long knife into 1 inch squares. Transfer curd to a colander with a slotted spoon. Drain as much of the whey as you can. Transer curds to microwave safe bowl

Microwave curds on high for 1 minute. Drain whey, reheat for 30 seconds until curds are almost too hot to handle. 135 degrees.

Notice I am wearing gloves here, because the curds are simply too hot to handle. Like my cool orange star gloves??? Gotta make things fun ya know 😉

Knead the curd, and reheat until the curds start streching.

Oooops, sideways picture, but in too  much of a hurry to fix it. You get the idea.

Keep stretching the mozzarella…..

Break off pieces and roll into balls.  Drop in to cold salty water.

Honestly , not sure how long this cheese keeps, as it has never lasted around here for more than a week.!

You can save the whey from this cheese and make ricotta! Just boil the whey to 185, add a splash of vinegar and you will see curds for, drain in cheesecloth and there’s your ricotta! Why not make some fresh pasta and put together a beautiful veggie lasagne with your fresh cheese??

Or, a beautiful…fresh Salada Caprese?

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

4 responses »

  1. I have to get my wife looking at these recipes. I lived in Sicily for nearly four years and thoroughly enjoyed the cuisine. My family vacationed at Rocky Roost (cabin up in the mountains) two years ago. Had a fantastic time. Boone reminds me of my home town. I grew up on Lake Champlain in North Eastern New York. Its a college town called Plattsburgh. Also enjoyed the Coffee at Conrads while we were there. I am somewhat of a coffee connoisseur. Enjoy the “Green Acres” life. You might be to young to remember that show. Lord bless.

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