Monday, March 5, 2012


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.