As I write this, there is a small lizard watching me from the wall along the ceiling. It’s the third one I’ve found in the house this week. I managed to catch the first two and toss them outside. This current guy is scrawny and moving pretty slow. He’s probably been inside awhile. I hate to see them wither away in the house. I wish they’d stay outside in the sunshine where they can eat bugs and poop in the grass.
This is life in Florida. We also have the best mangoes in the world, so it’s a trade-off.
I did something cool today.
I made butter.
I didn’t know you could make butter. Well, I didn’t know I could make butter. I know butter is made in Land O’ Lakes factories with big whippers and shakers and vats of cream. I didn’t know I could do that in my own kitchen without industrial equipment.
But I did.
This is about a cup of butter made from two pints of whipping cream. And it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever made.
I dumped the pints of cream into my Kitchen Aid mixer and, using the whisk, whipped it until it looked like Cool Whip. I started off slow; otherwise the cream would have splattered the entire kitchen. I increased the speed as the cream thickened. I checked it now and then, sprinkled in a little salt.
Once the cream was Cool Whip-y, I switched to the paddle attachment and beat the mixture on high until the cream began to splatter again due to some liquid separating from the increasingly hardening butter. I covered the Kitchen Aid with a kitchen towel to contain the splatters and kept beating.
Within just a minute or two, the butter had formed, and there were two separate items in the bowl – the butter and the butter juice, which is called buttermilk. This is where buttermilk comes from! I’m a city girl, there is much I don’t know about butter and cows.
Between making butter and hanging clothes in the sunshine, I felt very pioneer woman-y today. Carolyn Ingalls would be proud.