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. This current guy is scrawny and moving pretty slow. I hate to see them wither away in the house. They’re so much happier 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.
Something cool occurred 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. But, I didn’t know I could do that in my own kitchen without industrial equipment.
This is about a cup of butter made from two pints of whipping cream. 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. You have to start off slow; otherwise the cream will splatter the entire kitchen. I increased the speed as the cream thickened and 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 liquid separating from the increasingly hardening butter. A towel over the Kitchen Aid bowl contained the splatters.
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, so there is much I don’t know about cows and making butter.
Between making butter and hanging clothes in the sunshine, I felt very pioneer woman-y today. Carolyn Ingalls would be proud.