Homemade Butter

When I was in grade 3 (just a few moons ago!) I went on my first school camp, three days and two nights at Hagley Farm School.  Each year the 8 year olds were sent off to this school, in a farm, to learn how the country folk live.  This also happened to be the school that my cousin got to attend for daily lessons, a fact I was always very jealous of, imagine having cows outside your class room window!  There was even an old fashioned school where you had to wear a pinafore and bonnet and write with ink without blotting your paper or you got walloped by the teacher as he patrolled the room.  We learnt to iron clothes with an iron heated on a fire (I say learnt but it was really just watching, the teachers knew better than to let us loose with hot irons!) and in the evenings we got to bring the cattle in (I was nearly trampled each night, you'd think I'd learn, but no!) and sort the eggs into their different sizes and make sure there were no chicks inside, a task far more suited to my farming abilities.  By far the best bit though was learning to make felt balls, although I'm still struggling to figure out their purpose in life, and make home butter in a churn which was later finished off with butter pats.  

Fast forward a few years (ahem) to this post by the Ordinary Cook. Genius!  I set about making my own butter and every bit as much fun doing it as an adult as I did as a child.  Homemade butter makes a bit of a regular appearance in our kitchen now, every time there is a bit of cream left over it gets put to good use and there is nothing more rewarding than great tasting homemade butter, makes me feel all domesticated!

Of course homemade butter needs a vehicle to carry it ... we prefer Mascarpone and Brown Sugar Scones, what will you choose?