Bread and Butter.
Even in the home of a baker, where the bread was good enough to eat without any embellishments, we always had butter on the counter, soft, ready for spreading.
My dad would come home from the bakery with an armload of fresh baguettes, or a beautiful sourdough jaco, or maybe on occasion some kaiser rolls. The bread always went straight to the kitchen counter that separated the breakfast nook from the cooking area. We didn’t use bread knives, just tore off pieces as my mom was making spaghetti, or a turkey soup was slowly boiling. Every evening before dinner this happened, for as long as I can remember, and the bread was never eaten without butter. Spread thinly, sometimes not so thinly, I once questioned my dad about butter, knowing the bread could stand alone. He just laughed. It enhances all of it, Janie. The flavors, the wheat and the salt and the starter… What would bread be without butter?
Knowing what I know now, not only is bread better with butter from a taste standpoint, but mixing those carbs and fats are better for us as well. Butter is good for you! Haven’t you heard?!!!
Anyway, on this eve of Saint Brigid’s feast, we are making up a little bit of butter just for the fun of it. We already have some in the fridge, but in memory of a beloved and faithful dairymaid, we are butter churners tonight.
Here’s how you do it :
Find a cute small jar with a lid.
Add the heavy cream–not too full–only half–so that there’s room for shaking. Just cream, nothing else.
Shake–with or without music–with or without cousins… (My drama girl is always up for shaking…)
20 minutes (or less) of shaking. Shake, shake, shake! (At some point you will feel like nothing in there is moving, that’s because you have now made whipped cream! Just keep shaking, trade off between little ones and grown ups so it’s not a chore, and some bit of time after this you will hear that the butter has separated. You can shake some after this, we do, but I’m not sure it’s really necessary…)
And you have butter, and a wee bit of buttermilk, too. Strain off the buttermilk to use, or drink, (do NOT pour it down the drain; it’s too delicious) and enjoy the wonderful fruits of your shaking!
Here’s an excerpt from The Life of Saint Brigid--Brigid, a woman of Christ whom I long to emulate!
Brigid saw Christ in everyone she met, and had a particular love for those less fortunate than herself.
When the poor came knocking at the kitchen doors, Brigid handed out loaves of bread, jars of butter and jugs of milk.
With her heart and hands opened wide, she even gave away the food meant for the chieftain himself!
Cheers, dear friends. Enjoy a moment of dairy-maiding!
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I begged my parents to buy (or make) me an old-fashioned butter churn as a little girl. I wanted to make my own butter, just like Laura Ingalls Wilder. If only they had known they could’ve placated me with a mason jar!
So, I’m hoping you will satisfy that desire tomorrow, on Saint Brigid’s feast! We made some fresh butter tonight and it is beyond delicious, plus fun to do. Such a sweet small miracle having the cream turn to butter by your very own vigor! Report back if you happen to find the time, will you? 🙂
It does sounds like a fun little activity!
Next thing we know, you’ll be adding a cow to your backyard to accommodate the ‘jugs of milk’ likeness to Saint Brigid! You have so closely accomplished all other similarities in your bread-dispersing and butter-making adventures! Always fun to read of all your inspiring tales… Thanks for sharing!
Or I could start with a goat? Maybe I can talk my parents into getting the cow 🙂 Wish you were closer, Carol, so I could spoil you with homemade bread and butter!
We are lucky that we have a trampoline…the girls have jumped on there while taking turns holding a jar to make butter! ♥
Jealous! I bet Trampoline Butter is delicious–plus you get to twist and flip, two of my favorite things ever…
Oh here we are a lazy family that just uses our mixer! Our poor Biddy is sick for her names day 😦 Will tempt her with promises of homemade butter on her oatcakes when she is well. She shared your book with her church school class last week and it was a hit.
I’ve always wanted to do this with my children. I need to remember it for the future. I love the picture of your daughter shaking the cream- she looks so full of life.
I’m so happy to know that adding butter actually enhances bread. But we’re almost to Lent. Guess I better hurry up and make my butter!!!!!