Yesterday Ani and I set out to make a couple loaves of bread. She was into it every step of the way. Funny, because it's E who is always wanting to do this sort of thing, but when I make a plan and offer it, she almost never takes me up on it. A is almost always game.
While it was rising we decided to try our hand(s) at making butter! I've read a few tutorials on how to do this, but followed this one on Clean. (I'm new to this blog, but have enjoyed Rachel's beautiful soaps and sugar scrubs for a couple of years - they seriously brighten my day when I splurge for them - check them out!)
Making butter takes faith. This is because it took us 25 minutes to make. "Butter" didn't happen until the last 4 minutes of that 25, and I just about said "sorry girls, no butter" when after 20 minutes of Ozomatli and some serious booty shaking we only had whipped cream.
Then suddenly the sound changed - we all noticed it - and we opened the jar to find - butter! We couldn't believe it!
After our snack of homemade bread and butter, we took a walk to a playground that is down past the community gardens - far enough to get there without carrying anyone but to still get in a good walk. Signs of spring were everywhere...