Monday, May 26, 2008

Butter Churns

I grew up on a farm, and my mother always had me make the butter because she had a bad back. I hated it back then, but now that I live in the city and haven't churned butter in so long, I have very fond memories of the peaceful barn in the morning, as the chickens were just raising their eyelids.
In retrospect, I'd say butter churns are:
GOOD
I did not grow up on a farm.