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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Making Sweet Cream Dexter Butter

Yesterday I had the excitement of churning and tasting my own home-made sweet cream Dexter butter from our cow Siobhan.  Don't ask me why, but I had the idea of churning butter and baking bread at the same time I was turning out all my kitchen cabinets, cleaning them and rearranging everything to free up a cabinet dedicated to milking and cheese-making supplies.  Needless to say, I was too tired at the end of the day to post a photo-tutorial!  But today is another day, so here it is . . .

Saturday's milking was a bit shy of 2 quarts, so there was plenty of cream.  (Dexter milk tends not to separate as readily as the milk of other breeds, so once the cream rises and is skimmed, Siobhan's milk is still quite rich because of all the cream left in it.)
Here's my low-tech cream skimmer: a stainless steel baster and a quart jar which was sterilized in the dishwasher and stored with the lid on.
I angled the baster into the jar, peering in through the top or looking through the side to be sure I had barely inserted the tip of the baster into the layer of cream.

I squirted the cream into the jar.
This shows the tip of the baster I inserted into the cream.

I didn't try to get every last drop of cream because I was afraid I'd end up going through the shrinking layer of cream into the milk.

Before putting the milk back in the fridge, I shook it to mix in all the nice cream that was left clinging to the bottle.
Next I got out a pint of cream that I had separated a couple days ago.
It was lovely to open the lid and see all that nice, thick cream on it.

With the older pint added to the fresh batch of cream, I had nearly a quart.

The butter-making method that I used comes from Keeping a Family Cow, by Joann S. Grohman.  (According to Amazon, Joann still milks her family cow every day . . . at age 85!  May I be as lucky as Joanne!)

On page 65, Joann says, "The final addition of cream should be stirred together with the rest and the whole lot left to get acquainted for two to four hours before churning. Omitting this step will make the cream difficult to churn and leave some of the cream behind in the buttermilk."

So I set my jar of cream on the windowsill to let it get acquainted with itself and to warm up.
"Cream takes about twenty minutes to churn, sometimes longer if too cold. . . .  It churns better and faster at near sixty-four degrees."  page 65 
After an hour and a half, the jar of cream still felt cold to my touch, so I put it in a bucket of hot water for half an hour.  I didn't check it with a thermometer, but it definitely felt warm by the end of the two-hour waiting period.
The equipment I used to follow Joann's favorite butter churning method was:

  • my food processor fitted with the plastic dough blade
  • cheese salt
  • a quart of cream
  • a bowl
  • a colander lined with cheesecloth 

This is the plastic dough blade she recommends.

One final ingredient was a pitcher of ice cold water for washing the butter.
I poured the cream into the food processor.  (Please excuse the quality of the photos as I was trying to pour with my left hand while aiming the camera and shooting with my right hand.  As you can see by the dribbles on the food processor, I can't look at two things at the same time!)

I checked the time as I started the food processor, 3:29.

After only a couple seconds I learned something the hard way--I should have made sure I clicked the food processor all the way shut!  I hadn't, so I had to mop up a puddle of cream off the counter.

According to Joann, there are several factors that can affect churning time.  Cream churns more slowly in late winter than in June, when it might only take three minutes.  Cream can also be slower to churn from a cow in late lactation; Siobhan is in her eighth month of her first lactation.  And a rare cow may give cream that is resistant to churning.
"After about ten to twenty minutes (except with a food processor which is much faster) little yellow [Joann has a Jersey] flecks should appear.  You will note that the sound of the churning changes as the butter breaks.  When these lumps are about the size of bird shot or no bigger than a pea, stop churning . . ." page 66 
This photo was taken at 3:30, after only a minute.  I did not consider these white (Dexter-colored) flecks to be the size of bird shot yet, so I kept the food processor going.

By 3:39, after ten minutes of processing, I could tell the flecks were bigger and more numerous, so I decided to take a peek.

I was surprised to see how much butter was actually in the food processor.  It certainly wasn't visible without peeking inside!

My first butter!  You better believe I looked at it from every angle!

I used a spatula to clean every bit of butter out of the food processor parts and shook it back with the rest.  As I began to pour it out I could see even more butter hidden under the buttermilk.
  
I used a piece of cheesecloth from my New England Cheesemaking kit, draped in a metal colander that gets cleaned in the dishwasher.

That's butter in the cheesecloth and buttermilk in the bowl.

Of course I had to peek at my butter!


Joann suggests pouring the buttermilk into something else and using the same bowl for washing the butter.  However, I wanted to photograph the decreasing "milkiness" of the successive wash waters so I got out a clear bowl and poured the ice water over the butter through the colander and into the bowl.



This was what the wash water looked like the first time.

I used the entire two quarts of wash water, then held the "hammock" of butter under the faucet, running cold water directly over it until the wash water was almost perfectly clear.  Joann says the wash water must be colder than 60°, preferably 45° or 50°, or the butter will become too soft to work.  Since it's winter, the water from the faucet was plenty cold.

Next I added the salt.  Joanne calls for 1 teaspoon of salt per pound of butter.  My butter weighed 4 ounces, so I added 1/4 teaspoon.

"Press the butter thoroughly by folding and pressing, never smearing, which will develop a greasy consistency rather than the waxy consistency characteristic of nice butter.  Keep going until water is no longer being squeezed out.  All the buttermilk and water must be out if the butter is to keep well." page 67 
This part was really fun.  The butter looks like a lump of yeast dough, but the technique is just the opposite.  While thumping and kneading yeast dough helps it rise, I needed (pun intended) to treat my butter much more gently!

I periodically wiped the liquid away with a paper towel so I could tell when no more was being expelled.  I also held my hands under cold running water to chill them when the butter began to warm up, as evidenced by bits of it sticking to the board.  Next time I'll stick my board in the freezer before I start churning the butter.

The final step was to form the butter into a ball and put it in the refrigerator.

I covered it and put it next to the buttermilk.  I was curious to taste the buttermilk, which tasted very rich to me.  I think that two hours wasn't long enough for my two batches of cream to "get acquainted," so a fair amount of cream seems to have been left behind in the buttermilk, as Joanne warned.

But I was delighted with my first attempt at making butter!  Where would be the fun in future attempts if I did everything perfectly the first time?  Next time I'll "ripen" the cream by inoculating it with a mesophilic or sour cream starter.  This gives the butter an interesting flavor and makes the churning go faster.  I'll let my batches of cream go beyond "getting acquainted" to being married, and hopefully I'll get more butter.
Once I'd made the butter, I realized we needed some hot homemade bread to eat it on, so I broke out the bread machine.  Later that evening when the bread machine beeped that the loaf was done, we wasted no time at all slicing it and putting on a pat of homemade sweet cream butter.

Thank you, sweet Siobhan!

Friday, January 10, 2014

A Different Perspective on Milking My Dexter

A Photo Essay 
Starring Siobhan and Introducing Macree
Photos by Jennifer Lea
Captions by Susan Lea
Milking Demonstration by Jean-Marc Wallimann & Susan Lea

Back at Thanksgiving, Jean-Marc helped me milk one morning, and Jenny documented the whole process.  She applied her photographer's eye to catch the entire experience from each of our perspectives.  She captured not just Jean-Marc and me as we milked, but also the viewpoints of Siobhan, and her heifer, Macree, as well as a unique birds-eye view that would never in a million years have occurred to me.  Siobhan seemed completely unfazed by having two people milking her while a third clambered around her head and over her back and poked a camera into her most intimate functions as a mother and family milk cow!  With all the busy-ness of the holidays, I was slow to get around to doing this post, but Jenny's photos are so great I just have to share them.  You may never set foot on a farm, but I think that after seeing this photo essay you'll feel you were right there with us.  The only thing you can't experience is a glass of ice cold milk back at the house!

Milking starts with setting up feed for Siobhan and Macree.

Siobhan hears the clang of the feed bin and heads my way.

"Hurry up, Mommy!  I'm hungry!"

I halter Siobhan and tie her to a post.

She thinks about her feed and starts to drool.

This makes her have to pee and poop, which is much better done in the barnyard than in the stanchion!

I bring Macree out of her stall where she's been shut up overnight.

Macree is hungry, too, and helps with a "let down" nursing
so Siobhan "releases" her milk from the udder, available for milking.

Siobhan is seriously thinking about that feed waiting for her.
"Let's get this show on the road!"

Macree goes readily to her feed tub beside the stanchion, and I tie her up.

Siobhan goes right into the stanchion and starts eating.
"Now that's more like it!"

My bucket of hot soapy water is standing ready.  See this post.
I use a clean cloth to wash Siobhan's udder.  See post above.

Siobhan's udder is washed, dried and the teats have been cleaned with
disposable teat wipes.

I apply Bag Balm to my fingertips and smear it onto the udder and teats.  Dry hands and dry teats translate to painfully pulled skin for Siobhan.
I express milk from each teat onto the floor to make sure there's no lumpy,
clotty milk which would indicate mastitits.  This milk is good to go!

I start with two hands straight into the bucket.  Look at the spray!

When the less-productive front quarter is empty, I switch to a hand-held cup.
This way, if Siobhan moves a leg suddenly, I don't have to cry over spilt milk.
I grasp the teat firmly between my thumb & forefinger . . .

. . . roll my other fingers down and squeeze, and the milk squirts into the cup.

Jean-Marc caught on quickly. 

Milk spray sparkles in the sunlight.

Not every cow will let two people milk at the same time!

Like her mama, when Siobhan finishes her grain, she picks up her tub and
tosses it!  Jenny kept putting the tub back and making Siobhan toss it again
until Jenny got the perfect shot!

This is what milking looks like from Siobhan's perspective.

And this is what it looks like at the business end of things.
Jean-Marc found the "stripping" technique worked best for short teats and
long fingers, definitely helped along by Bag Balm.

"My feed is gone.  I want some more milk!"

Macree zooms in for a second "let-down" nursing. 
Macree switches from teat to teat and butts the udder with her head until Siobhan lets down more milk.  "Yum!"
Don't worry--I'm going to wash it again!

A slobbery milk face means there's more milk ready for Jean-Marc and me.
It also means a slobbery udder that needs to be washed again!
No more slobber.

Now it's clean and dry . . .

. . . and cleaned with teat wipes again.

We got over 2 more cups after the second let-down nursing.

When we finished, I let Macree out first, then Siobhan.
She always grabs one last mouthful of hay, "one for the road." 

Siobhan doesn't get a kiss every day, but she earned one today, sweet thing!

We shoo Siobhan away until I can get her empty feed tub, put it in the barnyard and dump in the soaked alfalfa cubes.  She tends not to poop in the stanchion now that she gets her alfalfa after milking is done.

No job is over until clean up is done.  Today was a "neat" day so all I have to do is sweep, pour the used wash water over the milk on the stanchion, and sweep the water out.  Then everything is clean and ready to go tomorrow.


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