The kids were a little stir crazy after two half days at school this week. One was sick so we couldn’t really leave the house and their making forts out of my furniture was starting to get on my nerves. So, I decided to come up with a kitchen project for the 3 of us to do while the little one gorged on Pedialyte popsicles and watched TV in the guestroom all day. I always have stacks of recipes, notes and cookbooks lying around. The note about making butter had been waiting for me for weeks, but I never had time to do it. Today, we had nothing but time and since I have been prepping all week to teach a cheese making class, I just happened to have 2 pints of heavy cream.So, the kids rallied and washed their hands. We poured the cream into my KitchenAid and measured the salt. Unfortunately, I started the mixer a little too high and suddenly everyone in a four County radius ended up splattered with cream. The kids thought that was hilarious. I kind of did, too.
After about 5 minutes of mixing, I lost my sous chefs. They went back to ransacking my house while I waited for my cream to stop looking like whipped cream. Had it not been for the salt, I might have stopped the mixer and grabbed a spoon. I love whipped cream. But, I was committed to this little project even if my helpers were not. After about 10 more minutes the cream broke and suddenly I had beautiful yellow butter sloshing around in buttermilk. My 8 year old decided she had to see that I actually made butter so she came back and helped me knead the butter to release the rest of the liquid. We cannot wait to make buttermilk pancakes tomorrow.