Did anyone else's husband think, when Christmas shopping this year, "I know what my wife would love for Christmas...a butter churner."
Matt officially went a little out of the box with his Christmas gifts this year, and got me (among other gifts I truly loved) a butter churner.
Forget Laura Darling. Just call me Laura Ingalls.
You might be thinking "Wow, Laura, I don't picture you as the butter churning type of girl" and I can assure you I was thinking the same thing on Christmas morning.
I went grocery shopping a few days later, and Matt asked me to pick up two pints of heavy whipping cream so we/he could get started on our butter production. I wheeled my cart to the dairy department and right past the case of pre-made, pre-packaged butter, and selected two pints of heavy whipping cream so that I could go home and make the very butter I just walked by.
If you're questioning my sanity, you're not alone.
When I got home, I put the cream in the fridge and we read the directions. Step number one was to let the cream come to room temperature for two hours.
So, naturally, we grabbed the cream from the fridge, dumped it in the jar, and started churning.
This is my butter churning "smile."
They weren't kidding about that room temperature thing.
Finally, and I do mean finally, we had ourselves a stick of butter.
It was so good that we made the honey cinnamon variety a few days later, and the process went a lot faster since we actually followed the directions this time.
When I was at the farm show last week, I saw a large crowd gathered, ooh-ing and aah-ing about something inside a glass case. As I got closer and squeezed my way to the front of the crowd, I saw what was drawing their attention.
This giant sculpture made completely out of butter.
Matt better get churning.