Letters from a Hill Farm
What a cute picture on your butter! Love the proverb. Dare I admit how much I love butter. No, better not.
Ah, yes, sing those praises, Kay!
Oh for the days when I could eat butter without a guilty thought...As a child in Yorkshire England, salted butter on bread,spread with strawberry jam, now there was a tea time meal!And butter on new jersey potatoes with a little fresh mint sauce!Simple but delicious.
Umm, butter. The sort at the top of the photo is sold here - do you recommend it? I've never bought it, mostly because having it in sticks is so handy.
It is handy, Tara, but this non-traditional butter is really quite wonderful. Here's what we do. Take it out and keep it in a container. We always have butter at room temp so I can bake at the drop of a hat. :<) And of course for toast. K, have no guilt. I absolve you. :<) Did you boil or bake or roast those jersey potatoes?
I always scorn margarine! Butter is, has been, and always will be, one of my favorite food groups.
The Jersey potatoes were boiled Nan.It's true that potatoes from the island of Jersey really did have a wonderful taste then. I wonder if they still do...
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