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Originally Posted by oldE
Yeah, Mom always wanted a Jersey in the herd because she liked having the cream for baking. 
My sister, on the other hand, hated it. If you didn't shake the bottle well in the morning, the first stuff that came out when you poured would be a slug of almost pure butterfat. Yummy!
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Les |
As a very small kid, my parents had a cow (I think a Jersey) on a farm property we lived on (didn't own) and farmed. I think they got the cow from the prior dairly farm my father worked on. My mother would skim the cream off of the pale of milk into a mason jar. Then she would sit holding the jar (with lid on) in her hands and rock it back & forth. Chumks of butter would begin to nucleate, & she would spoon them out onto a saucer & create a big lump of butter. I don't remember what she did with the left over cream/milk. Butter milk?