This picture is next to the cheese making class, although I am making, what else.....BUTTER. (Shhhhh.... Don't tell anyone.)
Yes, even as a pioneer I am all about butter.....
I'm straining the whey/buttemilk from the butter before I wash it with that butter paddle. After I was done, I fed the buttermilk to hogs that came charging at me when they realized I had food for them. (Don't worry there was a fence between us, but it was a little surprising nonetheless.)
My husband looked way better than I dressed as a pioneer. Therefore it is surprising to keep finding myself like this.
3 comments:
I still can't believe that you paid for this experience! Well, I guess I would have paid for the staying there overnight and getting to walk around the village early in the morning or late at night and really feeling like you were in the 19th century! But, there should be a discount for skinning a squirrel! And you are right -- your husband is a hot pioneer! ;)
Well, considering that I will probably never again get the chance to sleep in a museum, in a REAL pioneer cabin, wearing period clothing and walk around in the moonlight with cradle lanterns and in the morning as the sun rises over the fields, it a safe bet to say this it was one of the real highlights of my life!
OMG, who wrote that last comment. That looks about as bad as that insurance # email I wrote you last week.....
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