It’s time to talk about one of my favorite ingredients in the entire world – cheese. Living in Wisconsin, cheese is a staple that is always kept in the house, and is present in some form or fashion in almost every single dinner we eat. Most often, this is cheddar cheese, but pepper jack, monterey jack, and mozzarella are frequently used as well.
Because of the standard that cheese is held to in my state, I have had plenty of experience working with it. However, my new once per week homemade pizza tradition has led me to approaching the ingredient in a new way.
Before this summer, I would always stock up on pre-shredded cheeses. Since I use it so frequently, I would even keep a few bags frozen to make sure that I was prepared for all meals. My pizza experiments were giving me inspiration though. Everything about them was avoiding processed foods. The dough was homemade, the sauce was homemade, the meats were bought at the butcher store and made up by me, but my cheese was coming straight out of a bag that I bought at the grocery store.
Luckily, my parents were coming up to visit me, and as always, they were going to be stopping at their local cheese factory on the way up. They called to ask me if I wanted anything from the factory, and I decided it was time to start using block cheese instead of pre-shredded.
The night they arrived, I made up a buffalo chicken pizza, using the cheese they had brought for me, and I was blown away by the difference! Shredding my own cheese from a block created a way better pizza topping. The cheese had a perfectly gooey, melty texture.
I started to do some research on what would create this difference. It turns out that pre-shredded cheese packages have additives in them that prevent the cheese from clumping together and becoming sticky. These same additives make the melting point of the cheese change, creating a less desirable outcome. Check out the difference between the two pizzas pictured below.
Buffalo Chicken Pizza using cheddar and mozzarella cheese shredded from blocks. Classic Pizza using pre-shredded cheddar and mozzarella cheese
After this comparison, I was mostly convinced and planned on buying block cheese instead of pre-shredded in the future. However, before I completely made up my mind and went on a stock up shopping trip, I did what I usually do when making a decision – I made a pro and con list.
-It melts easier, and creates a better consistency when it is melted. (This was the big winner for me)
-It is easier to store in bulk since blocks can stack and take up less space per ounce.
-While it is sealed, it lasts longer without needing to be frozen.
-In most cases it is a couple of cents cheaper per ounce. Not much, but hey, everything adds up over time.
-Even when it isn’t melted, the texture of the cheese is unaltered versus the semi hard texture that pre-shredded cheese ends up getting.
-Overall, there are less additives put into a block than a pre-shredded bag.
-You can only shred what you need at the time. If you shred extra, it ends up clumping together since it doesn’t have the anti-clumping additives.
-It takes time and work to shred it yourself and clean the mess up.
-Some cheeses, like cheddar, become slightly greasy without the additives stopping the grease.
After making a pro and con list, it was easy to see what the pizzas alone told me. There were definitely more pros to using block cheese than there were cons. While I may still occasionally have to buy pre-shredded cheese in a pinch, block cheese has won the war of the cheeses and will be my stock up item from this point forward.
March 23, 2025
Soup's On with Schallock – Enjoy cooking in your kitchen with less processed food.
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“Soup’s On!” was the phrase my mom used to yell out whenever dinner was on the table and ready to eat. It didn’t matter if we were actually having soup or not, it was just what you said when dinner was done. My own cooking journey started from a very young age when my mom started both my sister and I off with the ABC Cookbook, which contained a different recipe for each letter of the alphabet. This book allowed the three of us to have a fun time in the kitchen together. It wasn’t actually this cookbook that made me fall in love with cooking though, that came later.
As we grew older my parents continued our culinary education by requiring us to do small tasks in the kitchen. It was never anything super challenging at first, but I can still remember standing on my turtle-shaped step stool after school in order to be able to reach the stove top. It was usually my job to stir whatever was in the pot and make sure it wasn’t burning or sticking to the bottom. Gradually these tasks increased, and by the time I had reached fifth grade I was so glad that I lived in a cooking household.
I had always battled with my stomach, particularly in the mornings. When I was very little the doctors all decided I was lactose intolerant and told me to avoid dairy, so I did. However, that didn’t fix the problem. I continued to get terrible stomach aches after meals, and when I was in fourth grade I had such continual morning sickness that one morning I got sick on the school bus, the bus driver dropped me off on the side of the road and I had to find a different way of getting to school from that day forward. After that day I started to get tested to see if there was something else wrong, and the doctors finally figured it out. I had never been lactose intolerant, I was fructose intolerant. The reason I was sick most mornings was because like most children, my favorite breakfast foods were pop tarts and sugary cereals, both of which were usually loaded with high fructose corn syrup.
After my diagnosis, life became a lot better. Being in a family that already enjoyed cooking, now we really amped it up. We started figuring out how to make more things homemade, such as bread, and salsa, and many types of soups. For items that we didn’t make homemade, we started label-checking instead. We checked labels of pasta sauces and canned goods, and we figured out how to cook on an even deeper level. This was the point where my interest in cooking increased, because now cooking wasn’t only about making a quality meal, but it was about making a quality lifestyle.
The summer after being proclaimed fructose intolerant, I started cooking one dinner per week. I would pick a new recipe each week, add my ingredients to the grocery list, and make the entire meal under my mom’s supervision instead of just helping with the simple small tasks. The Christmas after, the main item on my list was my own set of pots and pans, a set that I still own and use today. My mom continued to guide me and help me out, and I grew from following a recipe to instead looking at recipes as a base and then changing them into my own creation following my own taste preferences, typically figuring out how I could add a layer of spice and zip to it.
My growing skillset became really important to me during my freshman year of high school. That year, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. During the chemotherapy treatments my mom would be so sick that she would be confined to her bed. My dad was both working and taking care of my mom when he got home, so the kitchen became my domain. During this time, I was able to make quality meals for both my dad and I to enjoy, and even though people sometimes offered to bring meals over for us, we didn’t have to rely on anyone to get by. I was able to take on the household responsibility and still keep my fructose intolerance under control.
It wasn’t until college though that I became truly grateful for the skills that life had forced me to acquire. I was one month into my college education and I became sick. Not just a little sick, but going to the emergency room sickness that was not under control. It turns out that eating the college cafeteria food for one month straight was having a terrible effect on me. I don’t think it comes as any surprise that this food would have fructose in it, but when I was living in a dorm and adjusting to college life I didn’t think about using the one tiny kitchen that was in the basement of the entire building. After a $500 emergency room visit, I had had enough. I started cooking at least two meals per week and made sure that there were leftovers from those meals that I could use as lunches. I still had to rely on the cafeteria a little, but I could cut down on my visits in order to make sure that I was staying healthy.
After college I have continued experimenting and creating new recipes of my own. When I have a stressful day at work I start thinking about what I can cook at home to decompress. Nothing takes the stress away quite like chopping veggies, and eating a delicious meal as a product of my own time in the kitchen. This blog will focus on all of my favorite recipes. While the recipes may not always be the food of “health nuts,” I will always do my best to keep them low on fructose. I can’t use the words “fructose free” because many foods contain natural fructose in them. To cook without any fructose would mean no tomatoes, no onions, no strawberries, and many other delicious foods. Everyone is different. To me, I can live a happy and healthy lifestyle if I am sure that I am avoiding the worst of the processed sugars, but other people need to stray away from all fructose. If you are looking for a blog with feel good comfort food that strays away from processed food, then look no farther.
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