It was a grayish, early spring day in western Washington when I set out to spend my day off doing what I do best: getting cheesy. I drove from my home in Federal Way through the town of Auburn and into an agricultural area beyond that I had never before explored.
The space between Auburn and Enumclaw is characterized by verdant, rolling hills, farms, cow herds large and small, tract-housing communities, and more homes with metal roofs than I have seen collectively anywhere else in the Seattle area. Driving through this part of the world gave me small pangs of regret that we weren’t able to buy our house on one of these plots of land; I could have some sheep and goats, grow a ton of vegetables, can and pickle all the things, and live happily ever after.
But that’s not what I have, and so I must live vicariously through people who are actually living the sustainable agricultural dream—which is what brought me out to that neck of the woods in the first place.
I had heard about Patty’s cheese through the interwebs, of course. She had unveiled her cheese earlier in 2019 at the January meeting of the Washington State Cheesemakers’ Association, a guild-like organization that supports and promotes the state’s cheesemakers, gives them group buying options, and connects them with a network of producers who have either “been there” at some point in their careers or are just starting out.
The call to live a more deliberate, traditional lifestyle was not so hard with the farm back in Washington, and so Patty returned home, enlisted Paul in the dream, and dove in headfirst.
She learned how to make cheese, got a loan, built a real cheesemaking facility in an old garage, and acquired a herd of seven cows (which has now grown to 11 cows—seven of whom were pregnant this spring).
The first batch of Filomena was made in June of 2018. Visiting the cheesemaking facility, Patty allowed me to try some cheese from that first batch, from a batch made a few months later, and from a 5-month old batch that is representative of the cheese as she intends it.
At any age, Filomena has a lot going on.
And then there’s the youngest age, which is semi-firm, the tallest of the three, and most similar in appearance to the French Raclette we sell in my shop. It is golden in color with a few eye holes here and there. The cheese smells of warm butter, grass, dandelion greens, and yeast. Once you get it into your mouth, the paste is smooth and toothsome. It tastes like brown butter, hazelnuts, dandelions, and grass. In general, it is nutty and ever-so-slightly spicy in an herbaceous sort of way.
Even though these cheeses were all made by the same recipe and bear the same name, you can see how each batch is different because they are made using traditional (artisanal) techniques. The older cheeses might now be categorized as tomme-style farmstead cheeses (‘Farmstead Cheese’ being the name the Fantellos have used to sell those older batches to restaurants and shops around the region). They are all interesting cheeses with plenty of complexity to entice the palate of the most discriminating cheese-eater.
Patty said the Fantellos actually had to fight to keep their silvopasture, conserving the farm’s trees, as they work with their local authorities to conserve the creek that lies beyond their property. They are interested in doing things naturally and organically—even if the farm is not certified organic. It’s a lot of paperwork to get to that point, and Patty is already overwhelmed from all of the paperwork she has had to do to get her loan, become a licensed cheesemaker, begin safely making raw-milk cheeses, and to get those cheeses into distribution.
A consummate hostess who says that she and her husband also have an interest in making wine together—the interest that initially brought them together as a couple—Patty set up some folding chairs on the patio outside of her cheesemaking facility and melted some five-month-old Filomena for me in one of those little portable Raclette grills. One of hers has a design on it with mountains, and that reminds you that you are near the base of Mt. Rainier as you sit on the porch facing an expanse of green grass that stretches to the street, and then stretches beyond that into the next farm over.
It may not seem very exciting to say that you only make one cheese, but if you do one thing and you do it exceptionally, that is worth celebrating. Patty is, after all, one woman doing the work of cheesemaking by herself.
And damn if she isn’t doing things well.