We made butter today.
I'd love to say that this was a homeschool lesson in history. In fact, I claimed that it was a homeschool lesson in history. But really? I just wanted to make butter. I thought it sounded like fun.
We bought a gallon of non-homogenized whole milk at the health food store. (Non-homogenized means the cream is not mixed into the rest of the milk. It separates and the cream is on top, just like fresh milk would be. To drink it, you'd have to shake it up really well before pouring it.)
We poured off the cream into a pint-sized mason jar, sprinkled in some unrefined organic sea salt, and put the lid on tightly.
And then we rolled it a bit.
And shook it a bit more.
And after about fifteen minutes, we had this:
We strained the buttermilk out, and, hey look! It's butter!
Chloe decided buttermilk is really yummy, and that homemade butter tastes just like store-bought, which means we were successful.
Now if only I had access to half a gallon of cream every week, we could make all of our own butter. I wonder what the city ordinances are for cows...