I have a confession: in the middle of my 75 Hard spiral—a social media-sanctioned self-optimization grind disguised as a fitness challenge—I made queso. Not just any queso. Cottage cheese queso. This is a sentence I never thought I’d write.

I started the challenge this past February—partly to beat the winter blues in the Northeast, and partly because I needed a reset after taste-testing one too many of Santa’s cookies. I was committed to said challenge. This meant: doing two 45-minute workouts (at least one of them outdoors), reading ten pages of a nonfiction book, and drinking a gallon of water . . . each day. Most intimidatingly, I was supposed to stick to a diet of my choosing. I went all in: HIIT training, 4.5-mile runs, Becoming Supernatural queued up on my e-reader, and a squeaky-clean keto plan that had me eating organic, grass-fed (and grass-finished) beef that I could barely afford. I tracked macros and considered electrolyte ratios. I had come to terms with the fact that I’d become someone who used the term “electrolyte ratios” in casual conversation.

And then I burned out.

Somewhere around Day 42, I traded mountain climbers for Yin Yoga. I prioritized taking long walks, watching white-tailed rabbits hopping alongside the estuary near my home in Boston, Massachusetts, over chasing yesterday’s personal best. The diet? That crumbled when I tried to justify the cost of avocados and eggs and failed. (Within the last year, the price of a single avocado rose by 75 percent, and the usual three bucks I’d spend on a carton of eggs turned into five.)

Still, I wanted to eat well(ish), which for me, means protein-heavy, low-effort, and ideally not financially ruinous. So, like any overstimulated elder millennial trying to avoid decision fatigue (and wear sunscreen, and hydrate, and remember to call mom), I turned to Instagram.

Welcome @KetoSnackz to the chat. With 3.5 million followers, Rick Wiggins shares quick, high-protein recipes meant to satisfy cravings while staying protein-powered. His creations looked suspiciously easy. His voice was refreshingly monotone. I was in.

As I scrolled, one ingredient kept popping up, an ingredient I found personally affronting: cottage cheese. It was white and lumpy. It was wet. It was everywhere. Rick blended it into pizza crusts, brownies, and pancakes. And it wasn’t just on Rick’s page. TikTok, too, had fully surrendered to the curd—which was confusing. Because for me, I never saw it in my Caribbean household growing up. My parents didn’t eat it. We didn’t cook with it. To borrow from Mariah Carey: I don’t know her.

So when I made queso out of it (blended with cheddar, cream, taco seasoning, and hot sauce) and served it to a friend while hanging out, I didn’t tell them what was in it. They liked it. Called it “fire.” Then I broke the news.

They looked at me like I’d confessed to putting mayonnaise in brownies: “Wait . . . like, real cottage cheese?”

“Yes. From a tub. Bought on purpose.”

I was surprised, too, because the queso was, in fact, fire. But I was also curious. Because how did goat cheese’s sad, curdled step-cousin become America’s newest protein-packed heartthrob?

I. TikTok, but Make It Clumpy

In April 2023, holistic nutritionist Lainie Kates—@lainiecooks on TikTok and one of the creators credited for the renewed interest in cottage cheese—posted a high-protein peanut butter cheesecake “ice cream” recipe. In it, she blended cottage cheese, peanut butter, chocolate chips, and maple syrup. Froze it. Ate it. Her video went viral. The internet was flooded with cheesecake bowls, ranch dips, and “protein donuts”—most of which starred cottage cheese. It didn’t matter that the texture was off-putting. It blended well. It hit macros. That was enough.

Then brands caught on. In 2024, Daisy, sour cream’s shepherd, partnered with The Bachelor’s Daisy Kent to promote the brand’s equally famous cottage cheese.

Just this month, Trader Joe’s dropped Ranch Cottage Cheese Dip. Good Culture, a brand started in 2015, was literally born out of the desire to bring a revamped, better-tasting, and healthier version of cottage cheese to the public. A few weeks ago, they put out a meme-laden statement on Instagram saying that they can’t keep up with the demand for their iconic cottage cheese, confirming the cheese’s renewed popularity.

The message? This is food you eat because it’s good for you—crafted with “good-for-you-ingredients,” made with only “the good stuff,” and “a versatile bit of dairy capable of providing protein and texture.” That’s how the brands framed it. And if the messaging sounds familiar, that’s because we’ve heard it before.

II. A Short History of a Long Shelf Life

In the early 1900s, the U.S. had a problem: meat was scarce during World War I. To help conserve it, the U.S. Department of Agriculture promoted dairy as a substitute. Posters encouraged people to “Eat More Cottage Cheese.” It wasn’t just a suggestion; it was patriotism.

By the 1950s, cottage cheese had migrated from the war effort to weight-loss plans. It was low in fat, high in protein, and flavorless enough to avoid overindulgence. You could measure it. You (probably) wouldn’t overeat it. Thus, it was ideal for calorie counting.

That’s right around the time when the “diet plate” made its way to America’s diner menus—usually a scoop of cottage cheese, a ring of canned peach or sliced tomato, maybe a wedge of iceberg lettuce. It wasn’t really a meal. It was more of a performance. A way to show you were being good. These plates lingered well into the seventies and eighties, eventually evolving into the “Lite” menu I remember seeing at Long Island diners during my childhood in the nineties. Same scoop, same canned fruit—just rebranded for the next generation of restraint.

By 1972, Americans were eating about five pounds of cottage cheese per person each year. Even Richard Nixon was known to pair his with ketchup. YUM. He had such a lust for lactose, in fact, that he reportedly requested cottage cheese at his 1969 inauguration dinner. And when he resigned from office in 1974? His final White House lunch was cottage cheese with pineapple and a glass of milk. A presidency bookended by curds.

III. Who Was It Really For?

Not everyone was eating it. Rather, not everyone was meant to be eating it. Mid-twentieth-century food campaigns primarily targeted white, middle-class women. Cottage cheese came with a message—eat this, stay thin, stay beautiful, stay in control.

Cottage cheese was sold as a democratic food: cheap, accessible, healthy. But it never belonged to everyone.

Even when it showed up in government campaigns and school lunches, it wasn’t a staple in every home. It simply didn’t catch on in many immigrant, Black, and working-class communities. Part of that was logistics. Cottage cheese requires refrigeration, fresh milk, and a cold distribution chain, not always available in rural or low-income areas.

Look at the ads. White women in full makeup, smiling at tubs of cottage cheese like they’d just invented it. One Eden Vale ad shows a nuclear family floating through a suburban utopia, landing at a table set with cottage cheese salads and a big tomato. A Knudsen ad features a flawless woman offering a tub of “VELVET creamed cottage cheese,” promising sweetness, lightness, and domestic perfection. Borden’s went all in: cartoon cows, crisp lettuce, and cottage cheese rings studded with peas and carrot sticks. No spice, no mess—just a carefully styled portrait of control, domestic order, and cultural exclusion.

These images weren’t neutral. They reinforced the message: this is who eats this, and this is how you serve it. In her 2011 book, Food Is Love: Food Advertising and Gender Roles in Modern America, historian Katherine J. Parkin argues that mid-20th-century food advertising reinforced narrow ideals of femininity, pressuring women to equate thinness, domestic perfection, and family nourishment with personal value. The goal of these ads?

But the bigger issue was taste. Cottage cheese didn’t reflect the ingredients or textures of most non-white food cultures.

My Caribbean family’s fridge, for example, held sorrel, pepper sauce, and mango chutney, not clumps of dairy. So, when I brought home a container of Good Culture to recreate my (self-proclaimed) famous queso, they looked at it suspiciously. Then they asked what I planned to do with it. When I said “queso,” they raised their eyebrows and sucked their teeth. They weren’t offended. Just confused. It’s understandable because the marketing never spoke to them. And it wasn’t designed to.

IV. Cottage Cheese Loses Its Steam

Even among the people it was supposedly for, cottage cheese couldn’t hold on.

By the 1980s, its popularity started to slide—quietly edged out by a new dairy star with smoother texture, stronger marketing, and fewer identity issues: yogurt. High in protein, rich in backstory, and aggressively rebranded as a probiotic superfood, yogurt didn’t just enter the chat—it took over the conversation.

Cottage cheese didn’t know how to compete. There were no new formats, no updated flavors, no attempt to win over younger shoppers. It stayed in its big old tub, parked on the fridge shelf. Meanwhile, yogurt was out living its best life—popping up as Go-Gurt in school lunchboxes, and with glass jars with foil lids in meal-preps. One became a lifestyle product; the other stayed a buffet-line staple at your grandmother’s favorite salad bar.

The texture didn’t help. In a 2012 study published in the Journal of Dairy Science, researchers found that texture was the biggest barrier to cottage cheese acceptance, especially among younger consumers. The graininess, visual lumpiness, and curdy mouthfeel turned people off, even when the fat and protein content hit all the right numbers. Even versions labeled “low-fat” or “high-protein” couldn’t overcome the basic sensory mismatch. People didn’t hate what it stood for. They just didn’t want to eat it and feel it on their tongues.

At the same time, yogurt brands were investing in stories. Chobani was founded by an immigrant entrepreneur who turned a struggling factory into a billion-dollar company. Dannon built a whole campaign around Georgian centenarians and the secret to long life. Yogurt had a point of view. Cottage cheese didn’t even have a spokesperson.

By the 2010s, yogurt was outselling cottage cheese nearly eight to one. And cottage cheese wasn’t just fading in market share—it was fading in memory. It stopped being an expectation. For most people, it stopped being an option.

So when it started trending again—sneaking into dips, desserts, and TikTok reels—it felt less like a comeback and more like a glitch. Cottage cheese didn’t evolve. It was just repurposed. And maybe that’s the clearest sign of its legacy: it survives not by being loved but by being useful.

V. Diet Culture, Rebranded

Today’s cottage cheese wave still centers on the same values: control, efficiency, and self-regulation. The language changed, but the pressure stayed. It’s no longer “stay thin for your husband,” it’s “optimize your macros.”

The look changed, too. It’s not a scoop on a peach slice. It’s whipped, blended, hidden in dips, ice creams, and sauces. It’s in a glass bowl, drizzled with chili crisp and tagged #highprotein on an influencer’s  “What I Eat in a Day” reel. But the performance is the same: eat this to prove you’re doing the work.

We used to count calories (some people still do). Now we count macros. We used to tally Weight Watchers points. Now we use apps and fitness watches to track calories burned. We used to aim for thin. Now we say lean.

Blending until smooth is a requirement. The texture is still a problem, it’s just one we’re now expected to fix. And the brands know that.

Modern cottage cheese branding sells function first: gut health, low carb, high protein. The packaging often mirrors wellness trends—clean lines, block fonts, neutral palettes—the same aesthetic you’d find in a Scandinavian furniture showroom. Some lean into compliance culture, highlighting Whole30- or keto-friendly ingredients. Others soften the message by adding flavor cues, but even then, pleasure is usually positioned as a bonus, not the point.

Take Trader Joe’s ranch cottage cheese dip: “a fantastically flavorful dip,” yes—but only after mentioning its protein content, versatility, and use in pancakes, pasta, and frittatas. The indulgence comes with an asterisk. It’s not just tasty—it’s functional.

I’ve tried the Good Culture stuff. It’s fine. It blends well. But cottage cheese itself still needed a rebrand—not because it was forgotten, but because it was never truly loved. It has to justify itself because it can’t rely on flavor or nostalgia.

Maybe that’s why it fits so well into modern wellness culture. We’ve replaced calorie charts with meal-prep hacks. But the goal remains: Build a better body. Be a better person. Stay in control.

Cottage cheese still fits that mold. Just like it always has.

VI. Reflection: The Cheese That Refused to Quit

I didn’t expect to end up here—with a half-used container of cottage cheese in my fridge and a short list of recipes I’m not embarrassed to share. I still don’t love it. I don’t crave it. But I’ve learned to respect it.

That respect came from looking back. Cottage cheese didn’t trend because a TikToker froze it into a dessert. It’s been around for over a century, always showing up when we decide food should prove something. War, weight loss, wellness—cottage cheese shows up to work. (FYI: I explain some even more extraordinary uses for cottage cheese in the video below.)

Once it was about thrift. Then self-denial. Now it’s optimization. But the message doesn’t change: If you eat this, you’re trying. You’re disciplined. You’re doing it right.

And that’s why it still makes people uncomfortable.

You don’t have to explain why you like donuts. But cottage cheese? You need a reason. High protein. Gut-friendly. You don’t just eat it, you earn it.

Whether I’ve earned it or not,  I’ve blended it into queso. Stirred it into pancakes. Eaten it—very reluctantly—by the spoonful. Once. I’m not a fan.

But I’m not against it anymore, either.

• Flipping from Washington DC (near Harpers Ferry, 1025.7) to nearby Hanover, NH (1756.1)
• 0 feet ascent, 0 feet descent 

Trains are exciting to us. Once we trained from our town in Montana to Seattle, WA and back just because we found a cheap ticket. We have traveled on trains in Scotland, the UK, Switzerland, and Germany. We were jazzed about our ride on the famous Vermonter train. 

We did a fair amount of reading about the Vermonter so we would be well informed about what we needed to do to make our day fun and comfortable. For example, we discovered that after New York City the first two cars behind the engine would be split off and sent another way. 

Train Shirts

Days before the trip, we decided to purchase AT tee shirts for the ride. We really liked the idea. First, it helped support the ATC, second, they wouldn’t stink, and finally, they reminded us we belonged to the Appalachian Trail even when we were on the train. 

My tee shirts said the Appalachian Trail on the front and had a topo map graphic on the back. The Historian fell in love with a shirt that had no words, and instead had a white blaze on it.

We both loved the graphic pun. As long as I follow The Historian, I won’t get lost. I can always find a white blaze! 

Queuing Up

We were eager to board the train as soon as we could. No seats were assigned and the train was full to capacity. We wanted to be seated together, not in the first two cars, and hopefully pointing in the direction of travel. 

We heard the first call for boarding and headed to queue up.  A nice employee directed us away from the main queue to the far line. Turned out we were seniors and and would likely need extra time for boarding. We were placed with the other old people and the families with strollers. It felt a little fraudulent, as we could have sprinted over the tops of most of the people in queue like rocks in Virginia, but we did not argue.

We are used to being called out on the Trail because of our green ATC hang tags. People often indelicately gasp and say, “You’re thru hiking! ” We always explain we are finishing a 1975 thru hike attempt but sometimes that makes it worse. 

We never inquire about the gasp, but assume it is related to our age. The first time it happened was in Southern Virginia. We met a father and two adolescent sons. We had a short, polite hello and hiked on. After we went by one of the sons, upon seeing our green tags, he cried out, “Dad! They are thru hiking!” The dad was embarrassed but we thought it was fine fun.

Apparently  backpacks with green ATC hang tags didn’t have any meaning in the train. 

We Need a Motor

Together, we stood in line with the older and youngest folks for quite some time. Across the queues, people were politely waiting but starting to get antsy. 

An official looking lady in an Amtrak uniform,  complete with hat, made her way through the crowd announcing we were in need of a motor. A few people giggled and asked each other if they might have a spare motor. No one could produce the needed motor.

After a while, our priority boarding line began to move. We must have a motor. When the hords were released, everyone made their way to a coach. We counted 3 cars back and loaded up. 

Everyone quickly found seats. We happily selected two seats together, facing in the direction of travel.  Each of us had our ereader and I tucked our food bag by my feet. We were home for the day. 

Heading North 

The electric train engine metaphorically chugged out of the station. We grinned at each other, reveling in the thrill of undertaking yet another great adventure. 

Sitting back in our spacious, comfortable seats, we watched as DC morphed into Baltimore. The spaces between development opened up and then Wilmington and Philadelphia appeared. Although the train did not run at a high speed, it was quite different than hiking speed. It was hard to keep up with all the details of what we passed. We didn’t want to miss anything. 

Food, of Course

The trip spun out in front of us, the train eating up miles. We had eaten breakfast at Union Station prior to leaving. I had lemon pound cake (420 calories) and The Historian had an almond croissant. Conveniently, one of his favorite pastries was also the highest in calories, 671, to be precise. 

After passing Philidelphia, we decided to partake of first lunch. It was a little early, but our tummies were up at 4:30 am so had a jump on the day. 

I dug into the middle of our bear bag where I had placed our food to keep it cold. We has some leftover arugla which I snarfed. The Historian discovered that a Swiss cheese slice from Harpers Ferry made a great wrap for the Peruvian leftovers.

New York City

Our next stop was New York City. Of course, we didn’t have to budge from our comfy seats, but it still felt like a big deal.

I hiked New England with a fellow from NYC in 1975. We didn’t have trail names back then, but if we did, his would have been New York City Ballet. When he was in high school he would skip school to watch rehearsals at the New York City Ballet school. When we would slip and slide on rocks and bog bridges, he called it auditioning for the New York City Ballet.

Changing from Electric to a Desiel Engine to Go on to Vermont

After New York City, the front of the train splits off and becomes the Ethan Allen, which goes north into the state of New York. The Vermonter gets a new engine, diesel rather than an electric. Seated in the third coach, we were unpretuebed by the  switch. 

The space between towns opens up. We feel a little more comfortable seeing the tree to building ratio tilt towards trees. 

All the excitement of the cities past, we naturally thought of eating (again). With a nod to the Hobbits, we laid out afternoon tea. After eating more of our Peruvian lunch we decided to check out the Cafe Car.

The Historian had an ice cream bar and I had peanut m and ms. It is astonishing how many of the dreaded things I have eaten in the past two months. No sugar at all for years and now m and ms. Another “won’t do that after we go home” thing. 

Arriving in New England

The train rolled on, hugging the Vermont New Hampshire boarder. The views looked more and more wild.

We arrived at our station. On the platform we could see our  friends waiting for us. After loading our packs into their car, along with their dog and grandchildren, we rode to their house. 

They live on a quiet farm established 1791. It was a huge, and reassuring change from the city interlude. The train ride up the populated eastern seaboard was exciting, and we were happy to do it. Nonetheless, settling into comfy chairs on the back porch overlooking the mountains with a glass of hand pressed cider was unbelievably rewarding. 

We have made it to the next step of the journey. Tomorrow we will visit, rest, eat and stage the hike between Hanover and Glenfliff. Tonight we bask in the glow of mountain evening light and the warmth of friendship.

The owners of the Bar W Guest Ranch, Bill and Barbara Wetzel, recently purchased two local family-owned businesses, Whitefish Outfitters and Tours and Great Northern Powder Guides. 

They’ve essentially formed a one-stop shop for outdoor activities.  

Bill said they sell fun experiences and make smiles at the ranch. Now, they will have many other ways to facilitate those smiles, with hiking and biking tours, and backcountry powder skiing trips.  

Kurt and Amada Schram founded Whitefish Outfitters and Tours seven years ago. Recently, they’d been looking for the right entity to purchase the company. Kurt said he wanted someone who would take care of the employees and be able to take the business to the next level. 

“Kurt reached out to me,” said Bill. “When we started talking about it, we were like, you know, that’s a real good fit. 

“We have activities. They have some other activities. We shuttle people from the airport to here,” he added. “They shuttle people into town.” 

Kurt said he contacted the Wetzels because he’d heard of their success in the valley and saw parallels between their businesses, one offering equestrian tours and the other, sightseeing, hiking and cycling tours.  

“I am absolutely ecstatic about the future of Whitefish Outfitters and Tours joining with the Bar W Guest Ranch and Great Northern Powder Guides,” Kurt said. “I’ve seen how Bill and Barbara have grown Bar W Guest Ranch and how they do a great job with their clients as well as their employees and I don’t think our tour company could be in better hands moving forward.”  

Now, visitors who rent a bike one day can go for a horse ride or try skeet shooting at the ranch the next. Barbara said many of the ranch’s guests are interested in spending a day in Glacier National Park, so the tour business will allow for that. 

Jay Sandelin, his wife Ky and their family built and ran Great Northern Powder Guides for 16 years. The Sandelins are appreciative of Will MacDonald, Jay’s partner when forming the business, who is now with PureWest Christies, for completing the sale quickly and efficiently.  

An important aspect of the sale for the Sandelins was that the Wetzels already had an association with the Stillwater State Forest, the land they have leased for the cat skiing operation. 

“We are absolutely thrilled about this purchase. We feel that they’ll be a wonderful fit,” Ky said of the Wetzels. “Jay’s done about nine businesses here in 35, 40 years, and we loved that business. That place was our heart and soul.” 

While Great Northern Powder Guides provided skiers with a backcountry, 30-foot roundhouse, the Wetzels realized they could house the guests, furnish other amenities and take them skiing. 

“We’ve got the lodging,” Bill said. “We’ve got the ability to cook for them and entertain them at night and pick them up at the airport.”  

They said aside from sleigh rides, not much happens at the ranch in the winter, so when the cat skiing operation became available, it seemed like a good way to bolster the ranch’s winter activities. 

“The other important thing for us was it would allow us year-round positions for more of our staff,” Bill said. “So, if we’re open in the winter and we’re hosting guests, more of our summer staff can stay through the winter.” 

Barbara said the transaction is a “win-win for everybody,” and added that many of the staff at the ranch are skiers and are excited about the new cat skiing aspect of the business. 

There was one more reason for the purchase of the cat skiing operation — the custom snowcats. 

“Mostly, he wanted to drive the big cats,” Barbara joshed, referring to Bill’s interest in heavy machinery. “That’s pretty much it.” 

To ensure a smooth transaction, the owners of both businesses are helping the Wetzels learn the ins and outs of their respective businesses. All current employees will also keep their jobs, and the names of the businesses will remain the same. 

“Kurt and Jay and Ky are staying on this year to help train us,” Barbara said. “What can we centralize, what can we share, and how can we market? There’s a big learning curve for us on their businesses.” 

THE WETZELS purchased the Bar W Guest Ranch in 2021 from the original owners, Dave and Janet Leishman, and have added cabins, wagons, a couple barns and other outbuildings to the property. At the same time, the two moved from Minnesota to live in Whitefish full time.  

“Five of our six kids still live in Minnesota, and our seven grandkids live in Minnesota,” Barbara said. “So, we’re back there a lot.” 

The Wetzels also incorporated Chicago-based United Business Mail, a company that offers efficient mail processing for businesses, about 40 years ago.  

“The most important thing about us and about our companies is that we really live by the core values that we set as a company, and we hire and fire based on those core values,” Barbara said. “Our core focus is connecting people, and that’s what we do here at the ranch every week. We provide all these activities as a way for them to get to know other people, spend more time with their family that they came with, connect to themselves, connect to nature.” 

Guests tend to put down phones and the rooms at the ranch do not have televisions. The break from the buzz of electronics allows visitors to take in the beauty surrounding them and slow down. 

The ranch staff spends time talking with the guests and the Wetzels carefully curate the experience to foster connections. The decision to have long dining tables, rather than four tops or six tops, was made consciously to encourage conversation and interaction. 

“You see it every week. The group of people come on Sundays, they don’t know each other, and by Friday night, they’re friends, they’re exchanging numbers, they’re crying, they’re hugging, they want to take a horse home,” Barbara said. “That’s the joy of running this business.” 

“Create a positive environment. Do what we say, connect people.” Bill said, adding that all three businesses will share those core values. 

While Bill acknowledges the two new businesses are different from the ranch, he plans on applying the same concepts. When cat skiing, he said he’d find a way to have the three cats meet up at lunchtime so skiers can meet one another. The outfitter business poses more challenges, but they are already finding ways to promote connections. 

“It might just be a ride from the airport, but you can connect with somebody; you can share a moment,” Barbara said.