I had a fun Labor Day weekend. I didn’t go out of town or do anything exciting as far as really getting out of the house (I washed my car at my mom’s, does that count?), but I did spend some good quality time with Abel.
Saturday night, Abel and I decided we would try an experiment. We wanted to make butter. And butter we made. I know, I know … who just sits around and says “hey, let’s make butter,” but that’s exactly what happened and exactly what we did.
We had to decide what kind of butter we were going to make. We looked in the pantry and decided on vanilla butter and then went to the store and got strawberries to make strawberry butter. We took pictures of it all which I will post later this evening.
I’m not going to give away my secrets or anything, but the first batch — while tasty — was a learning experience — particularly in combining the flavors. Mixing a liquid into butter isn’t the easiest thing in the world, particularly when doing it by hand. But at last I prevailed — and the results were satisfying if not rather amateur.
So upon deciding that our efforts were tasty enough that we would give it another shot with other flavors (and my mother’s request), we went back to the store and bought enough supplies to make a whole whole whole lot of butter (probably an additional about 128 tbs. or 16 sticks in all).
We made: Strawberry, vanilla, more strawberry, plain butter, garlic, basil and rosemary, spiced honey, and peach. The best one … spiced honey. The peach butter was quite divine too.
So now — I have an assload of butter of on my hands and I’m not really sure what to do with it. In total, we that’s 1,825 grams of fat. YES! You really can’t beat that. I almost wonder how that compares to liposuction…
Anyway, if you want some butter — let me know. I’ve got plenty.