Say cheese
My parents’ cheesemaking business was over before it even started. They were young, dumb, broke and naively optimistic about a side-hustle on the farm. Momwas a city girl with starry-eyed dreams of being a real, not-afraid-to-get-your-hands-dirty farmer’s wife, and they needed money. The idea of a creamery on the farm seemed perfect, idyllic even. Dad suggested milking their herd of cattle to feed the new dairy business. The fact that theywereHereford cattle, not dairy cows as one would normally use for milking, didn’t seem like an issue at the time.
It took five strong men to hold a single Hereford cow in place while one milkman ducked for cover to do the deed. The yield was small, and often bewildered cows would kick over the buckets
