The stars must have aligned somehow, and the world over was swept with the urge to make butter at home. My inspiration came a few weeks ago, when I found myself in a momentary cash crisis. In my refrigerator, I had a large amount of heavy cream, but no butter. As I faced the very real, very terrible specter or using the last pat of butter on my toast, I remembered some long-ago read magazine feature on making butter with kids (why with kids? child labor, I suppose). The suggestion, I remembered, was simple: put cream in jar. Screw on lid. Shake, rattle, and roll until butter appears.
So we set to work. My babysitter. My three-year-old. My husband. And me.
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