It came about by accident. I am still recovering from having all four of my wisdom teeth pulled, so I am not eating much of anything that requires, or that would even be friends with, butter as of late. But Little Miss decided she would pull the heavy cream out of the fridge. The carton I was saving to make flan with. (Because flan is soft and squishy and I haven’t yet got the guts to eat something I have to chew.) So we selected a clean mason jar, a few pebbles, and set to work shaking. And shaking. And shaking.

There are another few steps to make your butter taste a bit better. But the shaking was the funnest step.

And the result…yummy. YUMMY! It was sweet, soft, creamy, fresh, and heavenly. I don’t know how I am going to go back to store-bought butter. I need to get me a cow. Oh, wait, didn’t I just write about raising animals and not liken’ it? Maybe I’ll find someone who lives near me that wants to share their cow.

But who knew, that you could make butter so easily? Not I! And, to boot, I figured out that the milk that separates from the butter fat is buttermilk. And that is why buttermilk is always low-fat. Oh, the things you learn in an ordinary day, by accident.

For formal butter-making instructions go here. (Thanks Soule Mama!)