If you shake a jar of cream...

This weekend I babysat the wee nieces, and we had mighty plans: nature walks, tennis, baking, touching our chins with our tongues, and more! We were going to make cheese (one of their favorite foods) but...the rennet didn't arrive on time. So what is an auntie to do? Hmmm...butter! Butter is always fun!

The last time we made butter, we used an electric mixer and observed the changes in the cream from thick, white liquid to fluffy whipped cream to yellow "looks like scrambled eggs" to completely separated yellow butter and white buttermilk.

This time, we made butter in the time-honored "shake a jar of cream" manner. Three sets of tired arms later and we had two lovely yellow lumps of sweet cream butter! We strained off the buttermilk, washed the butter, and tasted ("mmm, it tasted like hard whipped cream!"). Then we added a bit of sea salt and tasted again ("hey! It tastes like real butter!") - and spread it on our freshly baked biscuits - yummy!