March 13, 2014 – Sawyer whipped up a batch of blueberry scones today and I preferred to enjoy mine with a smidgen of butter. We were all out so I made the decision to churn more using heavy whipping cream and a mason jar that – as of today, was not yet filled with a new species of insect ready to be included in my North American Bug collection.
I shook the dickens out of that jar until a solid ball of buttery goodness started to form inside the glass. My wings began to burn from the machine-like effort it took to transform the frothy cow juice into something spreadable. When the process was complete, I hadn’t any strength remaining to pop open the lid. Sawyer took the container from me and did the honors. She handed me a knife so I could be the first to taste the results of my handiwork, but my wings were twitching with such velocity, that I buttered my forehead. Tim licked it off. Wilma roared. I was tired and hungry.
“Let me,” said Peaches, who had dropped by our coop for a visit. “You did all the work to make the butter, the least we can do is serve it.” And with that, she took the knife and spread a thick glob on top of my blueberry scone. Then we all settled in with a cup of tea and watched today’s episode of Judge Jersey Giant. I have the best friends.