Butter = Heavenly Bliss!!!
Apr. 3, 2012 8:29 pm
Updated: Mar. 9, 2013 11:47 am
When I think of butter, memories of my granny flood my mind and I am transported back in time.
I spent many happy hours watching and trying to help her churn butter – more than likely, I was in her way but she never let me know.
The actual making of the butter was a lengthy, arduous task which began with milking the cow and ending with forming the butter in a butter mold or press.
Not only did granny make butter for our family's use but also as a means of bartering with neighbors.
In order to make a butter delivery to one of the neighbors, she and I would walk through a field of grass which contained buttercups.
Granny would stop and pick one of the buttercups and hold it under my chin and say: “Do you like butter?
Let me see. If you like butter, then you like me!”
Then, she would ask me to repeat the phrase while holding the flower under her chin and sure enough, the yellow reflection would be there on her skin and I knew she liked butter and she loved me!
So now, when I taste or think of butter, I will often think of granny, the happy memories of working along side her, strolling through a field
of buttercups and sitting with her at the kitchen table with a tall glass of cold milk, devouring hot biscuits that had been slathered with homemade butter, jam or honey. Heavenly bliss!