No idea why I just remembered this, but the other week I had great joy in making my own butter!
We had some leftover cream from the pavlova we made and I decided to keep whipping it to turn it into butter. It was so much fun – I was like a little kid seeing something for the first time!
After the cream was whipped enough, I squeezed out the buttermilk (which Abraham promptly drank!) and then popped it in the fridge.
Abraham ate it on his toast the next morning :)
It was amazing how much joy I got from such a simple task. It’s the small things I guess :)
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