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Butter
One of this morning's errands was a trip to the farm shop: we wanted to try their bacon, and were nearly out of milk. I hadn't realised that they sell Proper Milk, with nothing but bottling done to it: I got a bottle of that and a tub of their cream, because I've wanted to have a go at making butter for a while.
I'm rather surprised that none of our cook books give instructions. I even, in desperation but with awareness that any instructions were unlikely to involve a Kenwood Chef, looked at my Omar's school domestic science text book, which contains such helpful information for pioneering farmer's wives as how to cut up a cow: it has a section on making cheese, but not one on butter. Too hot in the veldt, presumably.
Ah well: the internet will provide, and it's not like it's *that* complicated.
Much to their annoyance, the boys have their muzzles back on: Mike continues to be soft, but I told him that it was that or no hay overnight, and he relented. GB does seem to have figured out how to eat through it, but the last time I looked the Baby was just lying down, going "I am weak! Weak with hunger!"
I've been staining the garden furniture. I *was* going to say that I'd done all the small chairs, but I just looked on the front patio and remembered that there are a couple of them out there as well.
I'm rather surprised that none of our cook books give instructions. I even, in desperation but with awareness that any instructions were unlikely to involve a Kenwood Chef, looked at my Omar's school domestic science text book, which contains such helpful information for pioneering farmer's wives as how to cut up a cow: it has a section on making cheese, but not one on butter. Too hot in the veldt, presumably.
Ah well: the internet will provide, and it's not like it's *that* complicated.
Much to their annoyance, the boys have their muzzles back on: Mike continues to be soft, but I told him that it was that or no hay overnight, and he relented. GB does seem to have figured out how to eat through it, but the last time I looked the Baby was just lying down, going "I am weak! Weak with hunger!"
I've been staining the garden furniture. I *was* going to say that I'd done all the small chairs, but I just looked on the front patio and remembered that there are a couple of them out there as well.