Buddah

I've mentioned before how much Soren likes to eat butter. I'll look down and there he'll be gripping a stick in his hot hands while taking giant bites of greasy butter. I'll tell him to stop but he'll just grin up with shiny lips and face and ask "why?' "Uh, cuz it's gross son!" I mean, ew, what kind of mother just lets her kid eat butter? I've caved a few times and let him gorge himself in salty fat but usually I make him stop. Robin finds this hysterical. And rightly so. I'll admit, the vision of me chasing my pre-schooler (when did he become a preschooler?) through the house to wrestle away a stick of butter is pretty funny. For some weird reason Robin and I were discussing my butter eater the other day and the thought occurred to me that I should teach Soren how to make butter. I remember making it in some far away distant memory of elementary school. While Lynn was shopping with unabashed consumerism, I was at home pouring heavy cream into a small canning jar. Then we passed the jar around the lunch table each taking a turn at shaking vigorously. To tell the truth I didn't really know if it would work. I could tell my little butter lover had little confidence that this cream would shake into butter but he shook dutifully anyway. Even Jonas took a turn holding the jar still while shaking his head up and down. I handed the jar to him often because seeing him try to shake the butter cracked me up. Sorry, I wish I had video on that one too. All of a sudden our liquid turned to solid. Just like that. We opened the jar, added a pinch of salt, and wha-la-Buddah. "Can I eat it?" "Of Course!" I let him dig his little fingers right in the jar. I must say, even I was impressed with my pioneer woman skills but most of all I was pretty proud of myself for taking a my kid's butter fetish and turning it into a learning experience.