Category: Faith, Family, & Country

SFH Christmas Eve Traditions

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Hi! Mr. Monte here!

On behalf of all of us here at Serendipity Farmhouse, let me wish you the best of Christmas greetings and blessings.

Even for a fearsome, 20-pound Main Coon cat like me, this is a joyous if not confusing time of year. Why! Well, humans are just about the most curious and unpredictable creatures on this planet. Much of that has to do with their strange customs and traditions.

Here’s what I mean. You and I know that Christmas is about Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem and what that meant and still means for the World. My humans celebrate that with great enthusiasm. However!! They also do some rather strange and unfathomable things they call their “Christmas customs.” For example, every Christmas Eve they get up at 4:00 AM, or even earlier and head to the local Wegmans Food Market. Of course they leave me behind because I’m too intelligent to give up my sleeping time to accompany them on their foolish pursuits.

This year, they arrived at Wegmans just after 6:00 AM, purchased coffee and breakfast sandwiches, and took their place at a table in the balcony dining area. – Why? Well, to watch last-minute Christmas shoppers (especially husbands) frantically trying find the perfect gift for the someone they love, but whom they forgot until the last minute.

My humans tend to take some sadistic delight in watching these poor gentlemen try to save themselves from the shame of having been so tardy and delinquent in their shopping. Thus, in the featured picture at the beginning of this post, you can see how Blondie, through her sleep-filled eyes, manages to draw some type of enjoyment out of this spectacle.

Now, let’s back up to the previous day. – – Old Fuzz Face decided he was going to give me a grooming, which he does every other day. He was extra thorough on this occasion, because he wanted me to look purrfect for Santa Paws. As it turned out, he was amazed at how much of my beautiful, luxurious fur he had recovered during the grooming session. So, he decided to take a picture to document the event. Take a look for yourself. It really is some of the finest cat fur than one can find anywhere in the world.

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Just after he took the picture, though, I could see that he had come up with an idea that only his twisted mind could conceive. – – – Without a moment’s hesitation, he went to the drawer and pulled out the Scotch “Permanent Double Sided Tape“. What happened next was most shocking and so very typical of Ol’ Fuzzy with the rapidly balding head.

So, dear readers, if you were at Wegmans on Christmas Eve morning and saw this rather disturbing sight, please remember, I don’t know this human and I had nothing to do with this. – – – I truly hope the word “Permanent” is not correct. I can only hide my eyes for so long.

XMas Eve

 

 

 

SFH Journal: 2019-12-16 through 12-22

A Precious Birthday: Today, Daughter #1 celebrates her birthday. And it is no exaggeration to say that this is a day of great joy for those who reside here at Serendipity Farmhouse. That is because dear, sweet Daughter is connected to Serendipity Farmhouse in a singular way.

Though still quite young, her journey to Virginia and perhaps one day to SFH has covered great distances. Her story is one that fills the hearts of her parents with profoundly beautiful memories. She was, is, and always will be our first child. And as such, she came with no set of instructions. She would be the one that would teach us the art of parenting. – The fact that she is now a woman of great grace and beauty with delightful children of her own stands as silent testimony to what she taught us and what she has helped us to become – grandparents.

For that and so much more we thank Daughter #1 on this joyful anniversary of her birth.

Below we can see Daughter #1 when she taught us how to make it through the paperwork necessary to obtain her first passport. She then took us to Japan where she showed us how to raise a child in the understanding and appreciation of a foreign culture. Finally, we see her as she participates at a family gathering here at SFH.

Tonight we will join lovely Daughter #1 as the family comes together to wish her the best of birthdays. And it may come as no surprise that the restaurant where we will meet features her favorite Japanese cuisine.

The End of Bottom Wood: For over a year now, I have chronicled the sad tale and bitter disappointments of bottom wood. Today, I filled the wood cart with the very last load of that disgusting, fungus and mushroom filled firewood onto the wood cart. The feature picture shows how much of that miserable excuse for fuel remained in the woodshed as we started this wood stove season. Within a week or two it will all be gone, burned, incinerated, with only a mere bit of ash to haunt my memories. Farewell, hideous bottom wood – I will miss you not!

SFH by the Numbers – Facts & Statistics

SFH Plantings: See SFH 2019 Plantings

SFH Harvest: See SFH 2019 Harvest

SFH Preserving: See SFH 2019 – Preserving – Food for Tomorrow

SFH WX Station Report – Monthly: See SFH Weather Summaries & Statistics

SFH WX Station Report – Weekly:  SFH WX 2019-12-16 through 12-22

 

 

 

 

 

 

Days for Faith & Family

A large, faith-filled family is more than the sum of its parts – it is the sum of its hearts.

You don’t get to be grandparents in good standing by just standing by. You must actively take part in all that makes a family. You must realize also that, as your children marry and have children, your extended family increases exponentially and becomes lovingly intertwined with in-laws, uncles, aunts, and many, many cousins.

So it was this week. My beautiful Spouse had the great honor and privilege to sponsor dearest Granddaughter #3 in the Holy Sacrament of Confirmation. It was for my sweet Wife an awesome and humbling experience accompanied by solemn responsibility and commitment. Though pictures were taken, they could not capture the radiance and peace that shown on our Granddaughter’s face that evening.

We then journeyed through time from the singular joy of Tuesday evening at the Cathedral to a raucous and jovial gathering of the clans on Saturday afternoon. Slightly less than 40 souls bound by family ties and friendship joined together in rural Virginia to celebrate the Confirmation. Three essential elements of the gathering of a true family set the theme for the day – prayer, food, and baseball.

Prayer: It was not and could not be forgotten why we were assembled in that loving home – Granddaughter #3’s Confirmation. All gifts, greetings, and actions centered around our common faith. No food would be eaten until thankful prayer was said. That is what we do in our family.

Food: The dining room and kitchen were both filled with an array of the tastiest assortment of party food. No one, not one single person could say that there wasn’t something there on those tables that wasn’t a special delight for him or her. Many brought special dishes or treats with them. For example Serendipity Farmhouse provided a fantastic banana nut bread, a jar of G&G’s Serendipitous Salsa, a jar of G&G’s Nick of Thyme Salsa, and a jar of Pete’s Pickled Jalapeno Peppers (the jars within the yellow circle). Unfortunately, yours Truly didn’t take a picture until the hungry hoard had made their first pass through the food line.

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Baseball: It must be explained that all in this wonderful extended family are great baseball fans. Many have roots in Houston, Texas. So, it goes without saying that enthusiasm was running higher than usual. All were convinced that the Astros were going to the World Series and that, once there at the Series, they would promptly trounce the Nationals. With that background in mind and understanding that the party venue was blessed with enough acreage for a full sized baseball field, it is no wonder that balls, bats, helmets, and gloves quickly made their appearance and – the game was on.

Some families have feuds. That is unfortunate. Our family has friendly rivalries. This is how parents can challenge children and teach them to grow into adulthood. So, the match up of a father against a son on a baseball diamond is a priceless moment. It speaks to the meaning of a family – a place where children are nurtured and brought to maturity.

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And that, gentle Reader, is just a part of how we spent our week – how we spent our days for Faith and Family.

 

 

Monticello & Granddaughter #1

Finally, the day has arrived.

A day I had been looking forward to for quite some time, and a bit of a surprise for me, bestowed by my wonderful grandparents.

Your post today is written by Granddaughter #1; the following is a description of some of the events which transpired during our little vacation to the grand Monticello.

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A first stop on life’s great adventure

After arriving from an extended but very peaceful drive, we had a bit of a problem looking for a good place to park. That wasn’t difficult for me though because of a little tradition I have for each time I travel. I find it very interesting to try and record every license plate I find (I also feel somewhat proud that people come from all over the country to visit my state, ahaha) and there were a lot of nice ones to see. Unfortunately, I was not able to record all of them, as I had nothing with which to write; however, I can tell you that many of them were from quite far away (Nevada, Oklahoma, and Washington State).

Following this, we were taken on a shuttle bus to the top of the mountain, where the tour would soon begin. However, I (rather foolishly) forgot that at high altitudes, it’s freezing, even in the summer. We walked all over and tried to keep warm, but it was not very effective, so we took to trying to record how beautiful the view was instead. This turned into some interesting “games”, as you can see below.

When we were finally able to begin the tour, it was slightly unnerving, as some of our fellow visitors seemed a bit dour. There was one boy who apparently was there with his parents for the benefit of his education; it seemed he was required to ask a certain number of questions of the tour guide.  One time, I heard him mutter to his mother, “I’ve already asked 3 questions … ” I felt bad for him, as there was a chance he already understood everything and did not need to ask any additional questions. However, it was a bit amusing, to say the least.

Unfortunately, we were not allowed to photograph the interior of Monticello, but I can tell you that it was absolutely stunning. Thomas Jefferson, though not an inventor, was certainly a very intuitive and reflective man, and came up with many ways to make his home not only visually appealing, but also as efficient as was possible at the time.

The garden tour came next. However, a tour had already begun, and it was really too late to join in on the next tour, so we ended up seeing everything ourselves. In my humble opinion, it was all for the better, as the experience I was most looking forward to at Monticello was photographing all of the flowers and vegetables. I love photography, especially still life, as it’s the only kind I’m very good at. I only had my phone, but had a nice time and was very satisfied with the photos I took.

Look at the beautiful view!

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I leave you with some of the exquisite sights from the garden, including some rarely seen “potato pumpkins” and giant okra. Except for the cock’s comb, I took all the pictures of the flowers seen, including that lovely, giant, white, rather energetic and adorable flower with the cute face … hehehe.

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High Tea – High Serendipity

The Hostess

There was anticipation and there was anxiety. There was planning and there was preparation. There was cleaning and there was cooking. There were all the things that are essential to a successful “high tea”. Yet, with composure and confidence, dear, sweet, beautiful wife managed to make it all come together. Therefore, we can say with great pride of accomplishment, the Annual SFH High Tea for 2019 now belongs to the glorious history and tradition of Serendipity Farmhouse.

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The charming hostess wearing the apron handmade by her big Sister, Admiral #1

The Banished

As announced earlier by Mr. Monte in his post Annual High Tea at SFH, the world renowned SFH Maine Coon Cat, the  clever, articulate, and ever-faithful Son #1, and I, your humble author, were banished for the duration of the “high tea” to a safe shelter from feminine frivolity, our Class C RV El Camino Del Monte. There, we enjoyed manly conversation, discussed matters of great import, and generally set about solving the world’s problems. Banishment is not necessarily an unhappy thing.

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Old Fuzz Face rescues Mr. Monte from the “high tea” – He was ever so grateful

The Ladies

There wasn’t an opportunity to record all the arrivals. Nevertheless, it is worthy noting that each and every lady attending the SFH High Tea was dazzling, radiant, and beautiful beyond words. We see below just one example of the grand arrivals.

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Daughter-in-law #1 with Granddaughters #3 & #5

Gentle Reader, I am just a “banished” male, and was not privy to all the events of this Annual High Tea. Yet, it is clear to me that all was as it should have been and was meant to be. When I was finally summoned to take the group photo of all the attendees, there was no doubt that all were in fine and elevated spirits.

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The amazingly wondrous and enchanting attendees of the 2019 SFH Annual High Tea

The Food

Food preparation began days before the High Tea. Several people baked pastries and other items for the event. Even Old Fuzz Face lent a hand for baking scones and lavender tea bread. Most of the difficult cooking tasks fell on the shoulders of dear Wife and her most faithful friend, Nancy. Let me just say, culinary miracles were performed in the kitchen, and I was fortunate enough to partake of some of the leftovers.

So the 2019 SFH Annual High Tea is a memory – a very good memory, indeed. I leave you now with the menu as a reminder of just one small part of that joyous event.

 

2019 SFH High Tea Menu

ItemContributorComments
English Buttery SconesBlondie & Fuzz Face
Blueberry SconesNancy
Parmesan Mini MuffinsBlondie & Fuzz Face
Carrot CakeGranddaughter #1
MacaronsBlondieVanilla, lime, lemon, rose, lavender, strawberry
Lemon BarsNancy
Almond BiscottiBlondie
Lavender Tea BreadBlondie & Fuzz Face
Fresh Fruit SaladBlondie & Fuzz FaceStrawberries, peaches, raspberries & blueberries
Assorted Dark ChocolatesBlondie
Butter MintsBlondie
Iced TeaBlondieLavender & regular
Peach TeaBlondie
Strawberry White TeaBlondie
Raspberry TeaBlondie
French Vanilla TeaBlondie
Sugar CubesBlondie
LemonBlondie
MilkBlondie
Cucumber SandwichesBlondie & Fuzz Face

 

 

Annual High Tea at SFH

Hi, Mr. Monte here!

TP_CountdownToday, Old Fuzz Face and I stand united! It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, its due to a matter of the utmost gravity. – – Both he and I have been watching the countdown register in the left hand margin of this website. For Blondie, the countdown signals the approach of the most important social event of the year here at Serendipity Farmhouse – the SFH Annual High Tea.

DSC_0293For Fuzz Face and me, however, this countdown proclaims the imminent arrival of the most undesirable prospects of intense servile labor and a series of supreme indignities.

In her endeavor to have the “best” tea party ever, I will be unceremoniously removed from my favorite resting place on the dining room table. I will be chided severely for each and every one of the elegant tufts of hair that falls from my wondrous coat of fur and lands on counters, floors, carpets, and chairs. Ultimately, on the disastrous Day Zero, Fuzz Face and I will be banished to El Camino Del Monte, our Class C RV, to spend the day “out of sight and out of mind”. When Son #1 arrives and completes his menial tasks of chauffeuring his wife and daughters and carrying a multitude of items into the house, he too will be forced into exile in the RV.

I don’t quite understand Fuzz Face’s response to this event. Normally, he is one to whine and complain. During these terrible female events, though, he takes on a different attitude. No matter what Blondie tells him to do, no matter how degrading it might be, he always answers with a wimpy “Yes, Dear – Anything you say, Dear.” For some reason, Blondie shows great irritation whenever he says this. – – I’m surprised at his defiance and audacity in the face of certain reproof and reprisal from Blondie. – – All I can say concerning his uncharacteristic bravery is, “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.”

Series_of_photographs_showing_the_Westchester_County_Thrift_Shop_and_the_many_activities_conducted_-_(3856223710)By the way if you’re wondering about that featured image. Old Fuzz Face and I secretly hid a camera in the dining room during last year’s SFH High Tea. Both Fuzz Face and I agree that it would be unwise to place the names under the various attendees. – – That would be certain extinction for both of us.

So, we’ll keep counting the days, but not to when the High Tea will take place, rather to the day when it is over and we can safely come out of hiding.

 

 

SFH Journal: 2019-08-04 through 11

Hi, Mr. Monte here! – – Old Fuzz Face is once again trying to convince all at Serendipity Farm House that he has been overworked, is bone-weary, and is generally incapable of performing any task, no matter how minor. – – He even pleads to be spared from bringing in a single, 40 pound bag of cat litter. – – So, I guess I will have to write this post while the old man feigns fatigue and a host of other maladies.

04 August, Sunday (Cat Cousins continued): If you remember my wonderful, enchanting, and ever so truly true post about the two cat cousins Gizmo and Cosmo (refresh you memory here), we were all concerned about how this relationship would develop. Well, as may observe in the picture below, there appears to be a growing affection between the two. You have to understand feline body language, however, to read between the lines and see that this, at best, can only be considered a temporary truce – tolerance is not affection – and it easily wears thin. I’ll keep you updated on how this tense situation finally resolves itself.

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05 August, Monday: First full day without Blondie. As you know, Blondie went to see her big sister for a few days. Fuzz Face reacted to the absence in the manner I had anticipated and expected. The lazy lout took almost no heed when I beckoned for his assistance. He had his face stuck in an expressionless trance, staring at that computer screen and calling his actions work. I responded to his lack of attention by splattering, flipping, and tossing cat litter in all directions. I only achieved true satisfaction, when I spread some between his sheets.

06 August, Tuesday: Second full day without Blondie. Once again, Fuzz Face told me that he had to work at his desk. He got away with that for about an hour – then, I bit his leg and said quite clearly, “It’s time to brush Moi!” – – He got the message

07 August, Wednesday: Third full day without Blondie. Fuzz Face said it was another work day and foolishly sat at his desk, thinking I would let him accomplish anything that wasn’t related to me. So, in the most subtle and discreet fashion, I jumped on his lap, climbed on his shoulders, and threatened to bit his ear lobe. I indicated, that when finished, he would have enough piercings to be able to wear more earrings than Blondie and both of his daughters put together. Once again, he got the message. – – I allowed him to brush me for almost half an hour.

Later in the day, I had to save his bacon. He had over seven pounds of tomatoes that he foolishly promised Blondie that he would turn into canned pasta sauce. – – Consider the prospect of that prize dolt attempting to can six jars of pasta sauce – without assistance. Needless, to say, in order to protect the soon to be world famous SFH Test Kitchen from total destruction and ruin I had to direct him in his every move. The idiot almost lost a finger in the blender while pureeing the tomatoes – you really don’t want to know the details.

08 August, Thursday: Blondie’s coming home! It is rumored among humans that, by virtue of her hair color, Blondie has some extra challenges. I don’t hold to that line of thought, but I will say that Blondie is perfectly paired with Fuzz Face. Nevertheless, it is better to have her here, taking care of me, than it is to have her elsewhere, leaving me alone with Fuzz Face. So, when he said to me that today she’s coming home, I immediately got into a better mood. Fuzz Face, on the other hand, went into deep depression. – – He had to clean the house that he had so thoroughly messed up. Not only did he have to clean it, he had to clean it to Blondie’s standards. – the old man was in a compete panic. Sensing that he needed my help, I made sure that the floor throughout the house had layers of cat litter sufficiently deep to trip a circus elephant. – – – Oh, what amazing bliss when Blondie walked in the door – – – She immediately spotted the cat litter and took Old Fuzz Face to task.

09 August, Friday: Perhaps the most important event of the year took place on this day. Blondie and Fuzz Face decided it was time to harvest the grapes from the massive SFH vineyards. You can see the full harvest in the featured picture. It’s most unfortunate that critters and varmints consumed three of the grapes leaving us with only 81% of the original crop. Although a final decision hasn’t been made, yours truly has offered to stomp the grapes. Nowhere else in the world could you get fine wine made from grapes masterfully processed by the four large paws of a handsome 20-pound Maine Coon cat. The wonderful vintage of 2019 should, of course, be called SFH Cat’s Paw Wine. (We were going to copyright the name, but found a winery in South Carolina already has it. Perhaps we’ll just call it Monte-ster Mash)

10 August, Saturday: Life was getting better with Blondie back at home. It was getting better until Friday night when Fuzz Face decided he was going to take me out to the RV with him. I was not enthused. – – But, then I thought about it. If I go out with Fuzz Face, he and I could play. He would be a captive audience – captive in more ways than one. So, we played all night long. I purred and rubbed up beside him and showed my teeth, and we played some more. – – – We came back in at 4:30AM and I slept all day. — Blondie added to my enjoyment of the experience by working Fuzz Face nearly to exhaustion.

11 August, Sunday: This was a day of rest. I did, however, take some pleasure in chasing Blondie up the stairs. She threatened to throw her pink flip flop at me, but I’m so cute she couldn’t follow through.

So, the weather continues hot and dry. Here are the stats.

SFH by the Numbers – Facts & Statistics

SFH Plantings: See SFH 2019 Plantings

SFH Harvest: See SFH 2019 Harvest

SFH Preserving: See SFH 2019 – Preserving – Food for Tomorrow

SFH WX Station Report – Monthly: See SFH Weather Summaries & Statistics

SFH WX Station Report – Weekly: See SFH WX 2019-08-05 through 11

St. Benedict of Nursia – July 11

St. Benedict of Nursia is the patron saint of Serendipity Farmhouse and this blog. Today is his feast. We are Oblates of St. Benedict and we strive to live by his Holy Rule. Prayer and Work, practicing hospitality and leading a spiritual life have become primary considerations for daily life at SFH.

Because we are in the midst of our growing season, and the heat and humidity are oppressive, we take heart from the Rule of St. Benedict. This extract from Chapter 48 provides an insight on how we try learn from the Rule and apply it to our daily lives.

 

CHAPTER 48: THE DAILY MANUAL LABOR

364px-Heiligenkreuz.St._Benedict-AIdleness is the enemy of the soul. Therefore, the brothers should have specified periods for manual labor as well as for prayerful reading.

We believe that the times for both may be arranged as follows: From Easter to the first of October, they will spend their mornings after Prime till about the fourth hour at whatever work needs to be done. From the fourth hour until the time of Sext, they will devote themselves to reading. But after Sext and their meal, they may rest on their beds in complete silence; should a brother wish to read privately, let him do so, but without disturbing the others. They should say None a little early, about midway through the eighth hour, and then until Vespers they are to return to whatever work is necessary. They must not become distressed if local conditions or their poverty should force them to do the harvesting themselves. When they live by the labor of their hands, as our fathers and the apostles did, then they are really monks. Yet, all things are to be done with moderation on account of the fainthearted.

(As taken from The Rule of St. Benedict – In Latin and English with Notes – 1980)

Picture Credit: St Benedict of Nursia writing the Benedictine rule, portrait in the church of Heiligenkreuz Abbey near Baden bei Wien, Lower Austria. Portrait (1926) by Herman Nieg (1849-1928) |Source= own photo |Date= 21 June 2006

4th of July Glamping

Nestled along the North Fork of the Thornton River, deep in the heart of the Blue Ridge, there is a camping spot quiet and serene. My beautiful and exceptionally talented spouse chose that particular spot as the perfect place to celebrate Independence Day.

We had to drive our Class C RV, El Camino Del Monte, precisely zero miles to access this perfect spot. I had to pull out my wallet and pay precisely $0.00 to rent this site to park the RV and set up camp. Even before the setup was complete, we could see the that adorable wife had chosen quite wisely.

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While the day was still young, just a bit past mid-day, the Master Glamper and Wife Extraordinaire, decided it was time for tea.

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Afterwards, we discussed the holiday menu. Yes, certainly a steak would be in order. That would be joined by corn on the cob, yellow squash recently picked from our vegetable garden, and watermelon. As we made the final adjustments to the menu, we watched the cool mountain water as it flowed by on its sparkling and gurgling way.

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It was a unanimous decision (yes, Mr. Monte was allowed to vote) that ice cream would be the finale.

To enjoy this independence that we celebrate, this freedom that we share, is a great blessing. It’s not just the words written on a piece of paper 243 years ago; it’s what is written on the hearts of men by their Creator that makes this celebration so important.

Happy 4th of July & God bless! – – Serendipity

 

Daring Dairy – The Next Generation

Mr. Monte here!

What a very pleasant, relaxing, and refreshing week this has been. Instead of having to sit up in that stuffy, dark office with Old Fuzz Face, I have had the great good fortune to have adorable, intelligent, and enchanting Granddaughter #3 here at Serendipity Farmhouse to visit me. Oh, to be sure, she spent some time with Fuzz Face and Blondie because she is a devoted granddaughter, but she really came to see me.

Because she is rather new at writing posts, she kindly asked me to assist her in telling you about how she has become the very first of her generation in this family to study and begin to master the difficult and demanding arts of “Daring Dairy”.  In this case, she wants to tell you how she took the challenge to make authentic homemade butter. (If you care to see what that entails, refer to the post Julia, Butter & Serendipity Farmhouse.)

So, with no further expository prattle, let me relate the story to you as she dictates the highs and lows of her butter making experience to me.

Hi! I’m new at this, but Mr. Monte is helping, so I don’t think much can go wrong. It all started when we were shopping in Wegmans. Granny told Granddad to get some heavy whipping cream. Granny then turned to me and said Granddad is going to show you how to make butter. – – I think I said something like, “That sounds like fun … it would be neat to try.”

By the time we got to Serendipity Farmhouse, we had to make supper and eat. So, it was too late to make butter. We’d have to wait until tomorrow.

The next day, in the early afternoon, Granny and Granddad said that it was time to make butter. Granddad joked with me and made it sound like butter making was really hard and I was going to have to do everything. Then, I found out he wasn’t joking. He gave me all the utensils and showed me how to use them. I guess he was showing me:

Step 1 – Prepare Utensils & Ingredients

Preparing the utensils wasn’t really that hard. Actually, it was rather easy. So, I wondered why was Granddad telling me it was going to be so hard.

Well, all I had to do was to wait and then the hard part came to me. It was:

Step 2 – Churning the Cream

It was then that Granddad said the next thing to do is “churn the cream”. He said it wouldn’t take too long. One time, he had made butter in four minutes. What Granddad didn’t tell me was, one time it took him almost half an hour of churning. So, I began to churn. And I continued to churn. Then, I churned some more. Granddad stood beside me and just smiled.

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Then, still with a smile on his face, Granddad started taking pictures of me churning and churning and churning. My wrist began to hurt. My fingers became a little numb. And my legs began to ache from standing in one position for so long. – – Granddad took some more pictures.

It seemed like 40 minutes of churning, and churning, and churning. But, Granddad pointed to the clock on the stove and said, “No, no it hasn’t been 40 minutes.” Then I looked at the clock and saw it was only about eight minutes. – – Granddad just smiled. Granny was nearby and she just smiled. Mr. Monte had been watching and he was rolling on the floor. – – I think he was laughing.

Step 3: – Rinsing the butter

The rest was easy. Granddad helped me scoop the butter out of the churn and then we put it into the butter dish. – – I had made butter! – – As Granddad would say, “The pictures show that this story is all true!”

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Now, when you use 10 ounces of heavy whipping cream to make butter, you get 4 ounces of butter and 6 ounces of something very special – – fresh, sweet, tasty butter milk. As our reward for the hard work making the butter, Granny divided the butter milk in two cups and Granddad and I drank it all down. – – If you every have the chance to drink fresh butter milk, do it. You won’t be disappointed.

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Hi, again! Mr. Monte here. Tomorrow, Granddaughter #3 has to go back home. I guess there won’t be much to do around here when she goes. It’s going to be a little lonely. I think I”m going to miss her. After all, Maine Coon cats have big feelings.