Not that viruses go particularly well with butter, but they’re both being homegrown at my house now. Yesterday DKC took the kids blueberry picking at the local farm. On the way home, DC was pretty out of it. We were worried she had heat exhaustion, and she wasn’t really with it all yesterday evening and last night. (Woke up three or four times.) She seems to be doing better, but TRC (not to be outdone) just projectile vomited all over our living room. We’re talking Exorcist proportions here. Thankfully, no one was in the path, and it missed our carpet. He’s now lying down and recuperating–it was his first real vomit experience, and it kind of shook him up a bit. (Direct quote: “I didn’t know I could do that, Dad.” Some firsts are better than others.) Meanwhile, I’m feeling a tad off–hoping I don’t get the bug, too. We’ll see . . .
Butter, on the other hand, is another story. DKC is now getting our milk at a local farm, and we’ve got cream coming out . . . never mind. (I don’t think I’ll finish that sentence so soon after the vomit story.) Suffice it to say that we have a lot of cream–and now we have some of our own butter. (And buttermilk) We made it in our Kitchenaid, but there’s got to be a better way–that was an awful lot of churning for the butter we ended up with. Once I’m off the diet, we’ll move on to homemade ice cream. ๐
Anyway, I should go check on TRC again. I’ll leave you with a parting movie review: DKC and I watched What a Way to Go last night: a comedy starring Shirley MacLaine, Dick Van Dyke, Gene Kelly, Robert Mitchum, Dean Martin and Paul Newman. It centers around a millionaire woman who tells how she amassed her fortune by marrying a series of men. It was on the silly side, but it also had some genuine laughs. I’d give it two and a half stars.
This post had me laughing out loud – I hope TRC gets better and that you and DC don’t come down with it!
-Gretel
You and me both–so far, so good. ๐