Make Your Own Butter (Without a Cow)
When I was a girl, my mother was a saint. I was one of those children who talked contantly (Never saw that one coming, huh) and was always right up on her with questions and endless conversation. I can’t ever remember a time, even now, when I haven’t been trying to figure the world out, finding some new angle almost daily to view it through and gain a better understanding of the whys and what-fors of any given situation.
I was one to question, examine, and then declare my findings. Again, much how I do now. But folks, I can tell ya, My poor mama needed a break from time to time and she always came up with wonderful ways to keep me busy while giving me something else to figure out.
Most of these actiities have become habit for me now, ways I busy myself in the odd need to be doing multiple tasks in order to focus. My friend, Jyl is night and day different from me in this respect. She actually focuses on one thing at a time, just like my husband. Mama is like that, too, so I’m really surrounded by people who stand in place doing one appointed task while I buzz around them talking away with the speed of my thoughts. I imagine it leaves us both a little tired.
Recently I was on the phone with Jyl talking over some things I have coming up with Southern Plate and while talking to her, I walked into the kitchen and got all of the fixin’s out to make a little butter. I poured my cream into a mason jar, screwed the lid on good and began shaking away. ~swish swish swish~
After a few minutes of talking while I swished in the background Jyl asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m making butter.” I declared, as I continued swishing while I walked around the house talking on the phone.
Did you know I can’t stand still or sit while I talk on the phone? Doing only one thing at a time is very difficult for me and always has been. Of course it’s ADHD but it is certainly not a disorder, it’s a gift, a talent, and a blessing. The only reason it is called a “disorder” is because other folks beat us to the punch in declaring themselves normal and us abnormal. If we wouldn’t have been so busy up and leaving Europe and creating an entirely new country based on an entirely new governmental concept, we could have gotten to declare the rest of the world “OTATD” or “O-Tats” for short, One Thing At A Time Disorder. ~grins and giggles~ But that is a post for another day so back to what I was saying about butter..
Jyl sounded incredulous “You’re doing what?”
“I’m making butter, I’m going to spread it on some saltines.”
“Are you talking about actually churning butter?”
“Yeah, but in a mason jar. Haven’t you ever made butter?”
This is when it occured to me that Jyl, being the quiet person that she is, most likely never annoyed her mother like I did and therefore was never given the fascinating task of making butter in a mason jar. Since I can’t see her ever being able to annoy people to the extent that I do, I guess it is up to me to take the initiative and show her how it’s done so this post was born.
Tomorrow begins National Dairy Month and this is a great post to help us kick that off so yesterday, me and the kids made butter. This is a GREAT activity to do with kids, or to let them do on their own to buy you a few minutes of quiet in the kitchen while you cook. Even adults enjoy the “neatness” factor of making your own butter with just some whipping cream and a mason jar!
All you’ll need is: Heavy Whipping Cream and a jar or two.
I usually use the larger jars but these little eight ounce ones are easier for little hands to hold and do just fine.
Fill your jar 1/2 to 3/4 full, but no more than that. Your cream needs space to shake around a bit.
Put the lid on well and then start shaking!
This will take anywhere from ten to thirty minutes, but your butter will most likely be ready in twenty minutes or so. It all depends on how much you shake it. Little hands will take frequent breaks 🙂
Now let me tell you what is gonna happen here so you don’t think you’re shaking your arms off for nothing:
First, the liquid is going to completely coat the jar as you shake and you’ll hear it just a shaking back and forth
Then, the liquid is going to get really thick, still coating the jar, but as you shake you won’t really hear it shaking anymore and you’ll begin to doubt me. Hang in there, I promise there will be butter soon enough, just keep shaking on faith :). You can open the lid if you want and see that your cream is just really, really thick. Then…
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, you’ll notice the sides are no longer coated and it pulls away from the sides a bit.
You’re almost done!
A few minutes later you’ll feel solids shaking around in there and the liquid and solids will separate completely. Now your butter is ready.
When you open it up you’ll see this.
Pour that out into a strainer or colander so the liquid can drain out the bottom.
This is Brady and Katy’s jar both emptied.
Now adding a little salt is optional but I like to.
This is just a little kosher salt that I’m going to stir in.
You will need to add this to taste so start small.
Stir in salt, if adding it.
Spoon butter into small ramekin, cover, and refrigerate.
It will harden as it gets cold.
Enjoy!
Doesn’t this look good? I love it on Saltines!
Making Butter At Home (Fun activity for all ages!)
- Whipping Cream
- Mason Jar
- Salt (optional)
Fill jar 1/2 to 3/4 full with cream. Place lid on tightly. Shake for ten to thirty minutes, or until you hear solids shaking around and can see through the glass that the solids have separated from liquid (read up in post for more details of what the shaking stages will be like). Pour into colander to separate liquid from butter. Place butter in a ramekin or bowl and stir in salt, if desired. Refrigerate until hardened. Enjoy!
Did your Mama have creative ways to keep you busy as a child?
My Mama Reed used to have her grandkids shuck corn and snap beans on the front porch. They loved feeling needed!
I’d love to hear what your parentsand grandparents did in the comments section below!
We had a WONDERFUL time this past weekend when we got our own private tour of a working dairy farm in Alabama.
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Make butter in your sock! My Dad told me that when he was a kid he used to go walking in the bush (the New Zealand name for a forrest) with my Grandfather and they’d carry a few crackers (like saltines) and an apple in their pockets and a small jar full of cream and a pinch of salt tucked into their sock. When they got to lunch time, all of the jiggling from walking had turned the cream to butter. No extra shaking required!
My Mamaw Stevens would bring out the heavy duty quilting thread and her box of buttons and my younger sister and I would string buttons on the thread and make us necklaces to wear. Whoever thought old buttons would be just a collectible today?
I grew up in California and when we were young our parents ran a gas station with full service, so me(about 12yrs.) and my 1 older and 1 younger sister were taught to crochet in the back room.
My mom did a lot of making quilts so we cut out pieces, she would sew them together and then we had the honor of ironing them flat. then when it was all put together we would help with tieing them out she did all the actual qulting.
When we younger and lived out in the country we helped our parents pick cotton, we did get a lot of rides on those old cotton sacks. Everyone worked so there were no baby sitters.
We would shake that fruit jar with milk in it until it turned to butter.
Our grandparents had the garden and we helped shuck the corn and snap beans boy those were the good old days.
We still to this day make our own jelly and jam.
We always got our milk from a farmer down the road, so churning butter was a family affair. We all had our chance at the churn…I think because dad liked doing it so much it made it was a fun chore for the rest of us, getting the crank out of his hand was the real chore! I remember growing up we were careful about appearing bored or ever saying we were. Ma would always have plenty for us to do in the garden, with the chickens or the rabbits. Who knew then that those long afternoons on the porch shucking corn, snapping beans or shelling peas would be some of my best memories today! Of course I still do all of that, but it’s not the same without my siblings! 🙂
How would I do this to make honey butter? I love honey butter with your Jordan Rolls!!!!!!!
Super cool idea! I work with children all the time and love doing neat little memorable things with them. It is great in the fall showing them the inside of an apple- the star- by cutting it across, sampling different apples and making apple sauce together but that is one of those once a year delights! This is something you could do anytime of the year. I am glad to hear you say ADHD is a gift as I have been that all my life and amaze people by how much I can accomplish. I love to learn and explore and KNOW! oh and did I say talk? glad to have found your website- thanks!
my son who is now 27( wow) made butter when he was in the 2nd grade maybe 3rd. he was so facinated he had to take the jar and cream to school and share…..they actually had to make several batches because everyone wanted to shake the “butter”…..