I LOVE butter, and no I am not talking about the "I can't believe it's not butter" or "hydrogenated soybean oil" butter substitute variety. I am talking salted sweet cream butter. On everything. In everything. There are very few things in life that wouldn't be better with a healthy serving of butter. Some days I don't know that I could live without the comfort of butter. Butter is my BFF. Probably why I am a little rounder than I would like, but that is for a different day.
My husband has on more than one occasion made fun of me for stock piling butter when it is on sale. I always have at least 2 pounds back up in the freezer, but I have never attempted to make it myself. After doing a little research, it didn't look to hard, so I decided to give it a go.
To preface this I should say that I am the world's worst perfectionist. To clarify, I want things to be perfect, expect them to be perfect, get mad and disappointed when things are not perfect, however I do not and will not spend the time to make things perfect. Needless to say I had some lofty expectations of what my butter should be like. In my head (which I spend a lot of time in) the butter was going to be creamy like it is in Europe with subtle flavors. Sometimes I think that I need to be more of a realist when it comes to food. I am the worst type of food idealist. Everything is always better in my head and I am often left disappointed and wanting.
