‘COUPONS’ & ‘THE BUTTER CHURN’ For >>>> Carolyn Roberts.. Butter makes it Better. >> lol My early life at Flinders included the latter years of World War 2, but living on the farm in those days meant that we were self-sufficient and not strictly affected by rationing. However, I do remember that Mum would save her coupons for supplies such as sugar and other grocery lines that were ordered by Alf Murray, our local Grocer in Flinders. As Dad used to kill a sheep for our meat it was quite a treat when we would buy some beef from the local butcher. Our butter was always that rich golden yellow, freshly made by Mum. I always knew it was time for a new batch of butter to be made. Dad would be delegated to bring the cream churn into the kitchen; out would come the compact ‘Cherry Wood’ hand Butter Churn. Until I was old enough to help do the churning, I would sit at the Kitchen table listening to the slosh, slurp, slosh, slap of the cream as Mum or Aunty Gerty began the long task of getting that cream into Butter. As the cream began to thicken, so the enthusiasm by Mum or Aunty Gerty began to wane. In between keeping the beaters going in the churn, yet another cuppa would be made. Aunty Gerty always ‘gave in’ first, as when the cream started to thicken and the handle was harder to turn, she would almost be lifted off her feet trying to get yet another beat of the cream. If John or Dad happened to come in, they too would quickly be commandeered to ‘Here, have a go at this would you, it’s almost ready’! What seemed like only minutes later, we had BUTTER. Then out came the Butter Pats and Mum started on the job in hand. To shape this golden ingredient into Pats of half-pound blocks which would be stored in the Coolgardie Safe, or in the Pantry. If I was lucky, Mum would begin some of her creative handy work, to form the last of the Butter into a Nest with Eggs and a perfect little Hen sitting on top. Today, Butter of this type would cause ‘raised eyebrows’ and comments that ‘It’s no good for you;’ ‘Too much fat’; ‘Too much Cholesterol’; ‘I wouldn’t eat that sort of Butter’, Everything was beautifully fresh and such things as Cholesterol, calories etc were unknown in those days. Dad lived to 80 and Mum 91.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 23:26:22 +0000
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