December - Part 2

I don’t know if you all remember my foray into butter making many years ago. It started because i had gotten a pack of butter at the supermarket, and after a few days of eating it i finally said to myself “this butter tastes really weird” and on further inspection, the sticks of butter were GRAY inside - I should say here that this was like mainstream butter, pasteurized, mass produced, i had no expectation of contamination at all - And so, thoroughly icked out, i quit store bought butter. I didn’t buy sticks of butter for honestly well over a year, and i would spend a large chunk of time standing over my mixer, making weekly batches of homemade butter. It was great, actually. And then i began to think about butter a lot. I would talk about butter a lot because it became the most interesting thing about me, “Oh have you met my daughter Julie, she makes beautiful butter”. Then the internet began feeding me content almost exclusively about butter. Dressing like a stick of butter became a fashion trend - not my doing. And then each time i went to the antique store (which is more often then you would think) i apparently had manifested a mass influx of antique butter molds. And so i bought one. The fanciest one i could find. At that point i knew my way around a batch of butter and if you can imagine, I had a natural predisposition for molding it into elaborate forms. I began making these masterpieces, shown below, weekly.