That’s right. I made my own butter.
Actually I did it by accident. Yepp, purely by accident.
Good things never happen to me. But today is a different day.
I love butter. Not really a fan of eating it, but I sure love baking with it. There’s just something bout it’s creaminess that takes a hold over me. It excites me every time I open the fridge and I see 10 blocks of this stuff. I love holding it’s cool weightiness in my palm when I take it out of the fridge. I love peeling it out of its foil wrapper and tipping it into my bowl and hearing the satisfactory ‘thud’ as it hits the bottom my bowl. I love peering my face into the bowl and smelling it.
At first, I was trying to make whipped cream for my mousse, but I whipped it a little too far and started getting small clumps of cream. I stopped and told myself, “Wait, this doesn’t look right.”
But I was wrong, very wrong.
I suddenly remembered reading a blog somewhere bout the making of butter and the brightest light bulb turned on in my head.
“OMG I’m making butter!” , was the first thing I screamed when I realized what I was doing.
Ah, I remember now, it was Joy the Baker’s blog. She’s the genius who taught me how to make butter. Thank ya!
So I continued creaming until I made me some buttah. Mmm…
Buttah makes the world go round.