Rhonda Zuk Headon told herself at 27 years old that if she didn’t have any long-term commitments by the time she turned 30, she would go to Italy.
Three years later she found herself in the valleys of Italy, going on olive-oil tastings and enjoying farm-to-table dinners. It was there that Headon discovered the unforgettable taste of cheese made from sheep’s milk.
After three months and an impromptu trip home to quit her job and rent out her condo, Headon was back in Italy learning how to make cheese (and a Ribollita soup recipe) on farms and in restaurants.
“When I got back home from Italy, my grandmother was telling people that I was going to open up a cheese factory, so then I felt a little bit obligated,” says Headon.
About six months after her second trip, she did pick up a long-term obligation, which worked well professionally and romantically. Her fiancé at the time (now husband) and his family operated a farm near Kitscoty that had a used milking barn. With the help of her husband’s family, Headon renovated the barn and opened The Cheesiry in 2010.
“When I went to go make cheese, it wasn’t like I was intending to do that as a career option after the fact,” says Headon. “That just sort of fell into place.”
The Cheesiry sells a variety of cheese and meat products including fresco, pecorino, sheep sausage and jerky. But Headon doesn’t sell her products out of a store — instead she has an honour fridge which operates on a trust-based system. People help them-selves and leave money for what they take, including meat products. The honour fridge is open seven days a week, 9 to 7 p.m., from June to October.
Headon always wanted to milk sheep, so she could recreate the cheese she ate in Italy, but there was a time when she almost bought milking cows instead. A complication with the dairy board switched up her plans.
“We only wanted to milk in the summertime so that it was strictly grass-fed milk and the dairy board said no, you have to milk them year round, and sell it through the dairy board,” says Headon. “And I’m like, ‘I don’t want to do that. I’m not milking cows for you. I’m milking cows for me.’”