Butter Making 101, 102, 103, 104.......

When the Almighty was yet with me,
And my children were around me;
When my steps were bathed in butter,
And the rock poured out for me streams of oil!
- Job 29:5-6

I was 5 years old when I first tasted freshly-made butter. My kindergarten teacher ceremoniously emptied contents of a Piggy Wiggly paper shopping bag (plastic hadn’t become popular yet) – freshly baked bread, a quart-jar loaded with fresh cream, and a beautiful silver butter knife from her grandmother’s special tea service – announcing, “a very special treat made by your very own hands.”

Oh, the beauty of harnessing natural energy and enthusiasm of 30 5-year-olds, shaking ordinary cream into a lifetime of fond memories! When all that remained was the sloshing of the thin buttermilk and the butter clump thumping against the side of the jar, our teacher proclaimed, “Done! Gather ‘round and share our creation!” The amazing flavor and texture was like nothing I’d ever tasted, or would for many years to come.