Sunday, May 4, 2008

Well, Butter my Butt and Call Me...

...a Biscuit!

Nah, don't call me anything except Laura Ingalls Wilder.

We get fresh milk every week from a dairy farmer about 20 minutes away (by back roads). Being the little city girl that I am, I can't say that "making butter" was on my list of achievements. That is, until now.

A modern pioneer girl doesn't use no stinkin' churn. No, she uses a BLENDER!

The inside of the blender after all the butter has been scraped out.

And the yummy yummy butter! Mmmm, I think I need a piece of toast.

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