In college I watched Ina all the time on The Food Network. Now in my starving artist days, with no cable, I have no Ina in my life. If I do happen to be around cable I search for her—like a long lost aunt adrift at sea, but all I ever find is Diners,Drive-ins and Dives. Which, as you know, is not my cup of ginger tea.
I miss Ina terribly. And Jeffery. Darling Jeffery…
Also, Ina would never not tell us she had diabetes.
I can’t say I’ve always been a lover of butter. There was a time, not to long ago, in which the only butter I ate was the spray kind—which is basically just salty, butter colored water. Mmmm….Blasphemy! Gross! Why? Oh the things I did in search of approval from my Weight Watchers leader.
Even though I’m back to eating the real deal, I’m not obsessed in a Paula Deen kinda way.
Store bought butter is delicious, but I recently found out that making your own butter it is even MORE delicious!!!
Make it?!? Whaaaaaat?!? Stay with me.
Recently, I went back in time to the olden days and visited the Naper Settlement. I went with children. Because children like awesomeness one would think they would love learning to make butter. But no, the children preferred the blacksmith with his metal and his fire and his brawn. He made an old timey screwdriver.
Wanna know what I made? BUTTER!
You can too. Please enjoy my adventures in butter. They are just beginning.
Buttering with Brian Bell: A Failure.
Brian and I had a friend date. We ate roast chicken, Caesar salad, french bread…and homemade butter.
Well, that’s a lie.
We tried to make butter, but I was impatient and simply could not, would not wait for the cream to come to room temperature (Tip #1: Let the cream come to room temperature).
We did everything in the order you see below, but because the cream was cold it turned into something…more like clotted cream or suuuuuuuper thick whipped cream. Still delicious. But you can make butter. You can. I believe in you. What you’ll need: ½ cup Organic Cream Mason Jar Pinch of Salt Small bowl Spoon
Let your cream come to room temperature.
Pour that cream into your jar.
Make sure the lid is on tight.
Shake that jar whist singing this song…make up your own tune… ”Churn butter churn, churn butter churn, we are waiting at the gate, waiting for a butter cake, churn butter churn.”
Do not make fun of this song. I learned it back in the olden days. Now you’re gonna need to sing it about 15-20 times ya’ll.
Butter make with a friend ya’ll! Work those triceps ya’ll!
After about 20 rounds of the song. Butter. REAL butter. Drain off the buttermilk.
Put your brand new sparkly butter into the small bowl. Smush butter with spoon to get out some of the leftover buttermilk.
Keep smushin’ and drainin’ a few more times. Add salt. Slaaaaaaaather. Eat.