Mmmm, all things homemade

Super yummy homemade "real" butter.

I am beginning to think that I was born into the wrong time frame. As I sit in my comfy spot thinking of all the things people of my age wouldn't think of doing, I wish I could do more of. Like making butter(thanks steph for teaching me this), living on a farm raising lots of different animals and growing a wonderful garden that would provide for my family all year long. All this seems silly to most everyone I talk to, they think I've lost my mind(maybe I have) anyway, I'm sure if I had been born back then I wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much as I do knowing that if the garden doesn't grow because the blistering heat killed nearly everything I planted or if the hens get on a kick that they don't wanna lay eggs or if the winter is so cold no amount of heat lamps will keep the chickens warm and they die off, well we'll just run out and grab what we need from the store. A wonderful thought it is. But I still can't help the desire to live on a self sufficient farm where I don't have to rush off to work before the sun comes up only to return after it has already set, the desire to hang out in the kitchen baking and cooking a meal that was raised in my own back yard knowing exactly what we put into it, no unhealthy hormones and such. Oh and sewing, I love sewing I would spend hours everyday making warm comfy quilts for my whole family and all friends if I could live such a life and wouldn't it be great to have a windmill that produced enough energy to run our home I could totally do having a water well also, to not worry about having a water or electric bill every month. Wow the dreams I have are a bit crazy but they would be great if we could make it work for us. Well enough of my country girl dreams for one day. Oh and the picture of homemade butter you should try it with your kids, it makes great tasting real butter. All you need is a mason jar some heavy cream, about an hour and a lotta shaking. Talk to you all next time, have a great day.

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