I keep my grandchildren a day or two a week, and when I do, we try to think of creative ways to spend the day.
This day, my grandson Daniel spied the old Dazey butter churn that sits on a shelf in my kitchen with other antique items I’ve collected over the years.
He looked at me and said, “Grandma have you ever made butter in that thing?”
“Well…not for a long time.” I replied.
If I remember correctly, it was a long time ago when my kids were still at home.
His next question was…”Can we make some?”
Sooo…off we went to find some whipping cream.
We looked up a recipe online and proceed on our quest to make butter.
Two quarts of whipping cream and 25 minutes of turning the handle on our new/old found kitchen appliance, the butter churn—we had glorious, fluffy, yellow, sweet butter!
We pressed, drained, and patted the baby-butt, soft mass until we were sure all the buttermilk was extracted. Then we sampled the results of my grandson’s labor with utterances of pure delight.
The smooth butter glided past our lips with the ease of lip gloss. My grandson wanted to taste the buttermilk next, so I poured him a small glass…he loved it!
I kept the remaining liquid for baking.
All-in-all, it was a very productive day and a good lesson about how things are made that we take for granted when we shop the grocery isle.
I have a feeling that old churn has not seen the last of Daniel!
Butter is a beautiful thing!