Never toss ice cubes into the mixing bowl while it is on in an attempt to cool the butter. When the paddle blades finally catch the pieces of ice an interesting, explosive reaction occurs and there simply isn't enough time to react before the second or third cubes begin their flights. By the time you've reached the power switch, or cord, or the end of your rope, and the paddle has stopped moving, the kitchen is coated in a sloppy, slick coat of soft butter and butter milk. Again, these methods are only to be attempted by a professional so I don't suggest try this at home.
HEY LADY! STEP A-W-A-Y FROM THE MIXER!!!
My ministry of cooking, canning, growing, and sharing!
My ministry of cooking, canning, growing, and sharing!
Three years ago we bought a small farm with ten acres. The property had a mucky creek on the South side that was covered in raspberry brambles and poison ivy. The back six acres were so overgrown that I couldn't make it half way through the first pasture. There was mud, 10 foot tall weeds, about ten million ground hogs, and a house with "fabulous" 80's wall paper on EVERY surface. I looked at this property and my mind was spinning with possibilities of what I could grow, raise, and even forage off this little plot of land. My husbands mind, who was standing in nearly the exact same spot, was spinning with the thought of how much work he had ahead of him.
From my Farm to my Kitchen is a way for me to share my stories, recipes, failures, and successes. It is a way for me to tell you how sharing with others has opened the flood gates for abundant blessings, new friendships, and great lessons.
We have fought to "take back" parts of our property that had been swallowed by willows and scrub trees. My husband has suffered the wrath of the evil wood emperor, Sir Poison Ivy and our five children have worked tirelessly to help with chores like, "go get Mommy some basil" or I KNOW there's a Morel out there, GO FIND IT!
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