The Butter Mold

Jul
8


Pictured: Not a butter mold.


A few weeks back, 52 ran into a gentleman who works for an oil company in the area. They struck up a conversation and found they knew a few people in common, and eventually it turned out that, in fact, he drives down our rocky dirt road every day in his business overseeing the tending of various wells–and sees me milking Beulah Petunia down in the meadow bottom every morning. (It’s a small town, in a small county, in a small state. The six degrees of separation are generally limited to one or two around here before you find out how you already know someone.)

This got him to reminiscing about the cow they had when he was growing up, and the homemade butter his mother made. It must be difficult to have had fresh butter and milk and cheese and all the other wonderful things you can have on a farm….and then one day not have them anymore. He said he’d sure love to have some homemade butter again.

About a week later, he happened to come by on the road on his regular route visiting the various remote wells out here and came across 52 working on the new pasture fencing. He whipped this pig scraper (pictured above) out of his truck and said he just thought Suzanne would like to have it.

I’m not sure if I should be flattered or frightened that he thought of me when he saw a pig scraper. It’s a sorta kinda interesting albeit grotesque device that was used to scrape the hair off a pig after it met its end. This is a genuine vintage pig scraper, so I suppose I might turn it into a primitive decoration.

Or something.

So another week or two goes by and he finds 52 on the road working on the pasture fencing again (yeah, 52 spent a LOT OF TIME working on the pasture fencing!) and this time he whips out this butter mold. Said he found it an antique shop in Ohio and thought Suzanne would like to have it.

I figure one of these days he’s gonna actually come on up to the house for some butter.

Or some pig hair.

Of course, I already have a trick butter bell, so what do I need with a butter mold? Honestly, I didn’t even know there were butter molds. I’ve been making my own farm-fresh butter for several months now, but just before we got the cow, we happened to have stocked up on butter, so the past few months I’ve been using some fresh butter, and some leftover store-bought butter. When I have found myself most often reaching for the store-bought butter is when I’m a hurry, fixing a recipe that calls for a stick of butter, or half stick of butter. It’s simpler to reach for a pre-measured stick than measure out from my fresh butter tubs. I’m down to the last handful of butter sticks and was mourning the ease of them just a little bit when here comes this butter mold falling in my lap. Why, I can make my own stick butter!

So I set to work deciphering the anatomical, geometrical, and metaphysical properties of my new butter mold in my Stringtown Rising Farm laboratory.

In other words, I put half a cup of water in a measuring cup and poured it into the butter mold to see how much it filled it up.

I want to make 4-ounce sticks of butter for baking use.

I eyeballed it, poured the water back out, dried it off, and loaded in the softened butter.

I figured that was pretty close to how much the 1/2 cup water filled it up.

I chilled the butter to harden it and took it back out of the mold. (It popped out easily once it was cold. It’s butter–it’s self-greasing.)

Okay, so it doesn’t look as “perfect” in shape as the store-bought stick butter, but that store-bought stick hasn’t seen a cow in so long, it wouldn’t recognize a moo if it heard one. Besides, I’m calling this homemade butter stick a primitive craft. That makes it perfect.

It also fits just right in a standard-size butter dish, should I want to use that sometimes for serving. (There’s room to put the lid on without squishing it.)

To store my stick butter, I’m wrapping it in parchment paper. I can keep several together in a small baggie, and now I can have my handy pre-measured sticks and my farm-fresh butter, too!

Just don’t ask me to do anything with the pig scraper….

Comments Leave a Comment
Share: |    Subscribe to my feed Subscribe
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 8, 2010  

More posts you might enjoy:






Sign up for the Chickens in the Road Newsletter




Comments

31 Responses | RSS feed for comments on this post

  1. 7-8
    2:58
    am

    Hey, Suzanne

    I think you should weigh you butter. A stick should be four ounces. It would probably only matter in some recipes but technically the accurate way. :)

  2. 7-8
    3:13
    am

    My old butter mold is wooden, round, and has a cow carved into it so on the top of the molded butter is a cow. I have seen rectangle ones too. They both have plungers in the top so you can push the molded butter out.

  3. 7-8
    3:23
    am

    Tell 52 to tell the guy to stop by for butter etc. the next time he sees him. I mean, how much of a hint do you need ? :-)

    So, what happened to the neighbor who was going to milk BP one or two days a week?

  4. 7-8
    5:21
    am

    I think it looks neat and your new freind is just homesick for the old days. I would have never guessed that was a butter mold. Mine is wood and round with a swan on the top. I think it is excellant that you can make your butter premeasured. You can freeze it in sticks now for baking this winter.

  5. 7-8
    6:30
    am

    Karen Anne, she’s not doing it anymore, but that’s okay, I’ve gotten to where I handle doing it every day myself really well.

  6. 7-8
    7:32
    am

    My butter mold is wooden and round with a flower design in the plunger…and a little bit “wompy” from moisture and drying all these years ago…
    also have a square one with a leafy like design in the plunger…it is held together with wire wrapped around it…must have been a favorite mold of someone…
    but you know I have never seen a square tall butter dish that this square size molded butter would fit in. Only have a couple of the old round glass butter dishes….I have a very small round crock, that used to have a wooden lid.. one that a grandmother used for butter…don’t know if it is an official one or not but that is what it was used for..Seems to me that there would be a lot of little crocks around to hold butter, since so much butter was churned in tall crocks with would lids and plungers?

  7. 7-8
    7:36
    am

    In the last sentence…that “would” should be “wood”, wouldn’t you think? LOL

  8. 7-8
    7:40
    am

    Never seen a butter mold like this one. I have 2 wooden ones and have seen square ones but all were wooden.

    Maybe you could measure your butter by using a i cup seasuring cup with 1/2 c water in it then adding butter until is displaces the water to 1 cup and then put it into the mold. This seem a little more accurate the eye balling the level on the mold. Just a suggestion that possibly you have already tried.

  9. 7-8
    7:44
    am

    Hey Suzanne,

    Not understanding why you put water in the butter dish to measure butter????
    Give the poor guy a break and give him some butter, the only thing left for him to do is come and knock on the door.
    My grandmother had a wooden butter mold that had a bouquet of strawberry blossoms & some berries on the bottom. Sure do miss seeing it at the table.
    Take care, Angela B.

  10. 7-8
    8:03
    am

    I’d be happy to give him some butter–he never comes up to the house!

  11. 7-8
    8:14
    am

    Awesome! :)

    I thought perhaps it was a hint that he had told 52 he’d like some farm fresh butter….

  12. 7-8
    8:17
    am

    Hey Suzanne!

    Looks like 52 has some competition! :yes: Now you have 2 men giving you gifts!

    Angela :wave:

  13. 7-8
    8:46
    am

    You are so lucky to be surrounded by such good people! I love the look of the butter–it looks homemade. I would rather have unperfectly molded butter that tasted awesome and that you know what the cow ate than what we can get in the grocery store.

  14. 7-8
    8:48
    am

    Hey give Suzanne a break, she’s MILKING this for all it’s worth! (Ha, ha, ha I know…bad joke!)

    Yep, I think it’s time to give the guy some butter. He’ll use it all up and be back for more with even bigger and better gifts! :)

  15. 7-8
    10:39
    am

    I dunno, you might hold out for a week more weeks before you give the guy some butter; no telling what gifts he might bring before it’s all over with. Maybe a pig! To scrape! After you’ve raised it! And, ehm, sacrificed it!

    Not until this very moment, and I mean for YEARS, have I ever even thought about the fact that my grandmother had butter molds. She would churn by hand and then pack the butter into these wooden molds of different shapes. My favorite was a round one that left an impression of wheat sheaves when she unmolded it. But she had square and rectangular ones, too.

  16. 7-8
    10:57
    am

    That was totally my guess, should’ve thrown it out there, but I was like, “what would Suzanne need a stick butter mold for???”

  17. 7-8
    11:02
    am

    For those inquiring about water in measuring cup. If you need 1/3 C. Fill a measuring cup to 2/3 C with water. Place (butter – lard – crisco) until the water comes up to one cup, PRESTO remove the water and you have 1/3 C without any guess work.

  18. 7-8
    11:03
    am

    Of course, you know this means that 52 spent a great deal of time telling this man all about YOU. That’s pretty sweet. :heart:

  19. 7-8
    11:20
    am

    This post brings back memories. My grandpa used to check on the wells out that same road and I used to go with him when I was visiting.

    And I think the man deserves some butter, definitely!

  20. 7-8
    1:31
    pm

    So many have said give the poor man the butter, and I know you will, but I like the one post about waiting so you may get more great items from him! wink wink!! :snoopy:

  21. 7-8
    1:48
    pm

    How totally cool. Even the pig scraper. I think you have an admirer or a man who really really wants some fresh butter.

  22. 7-8
    3:48
    pm

    Now does that pig scraper have bristles under the round part? If not how do you scrape a pig?? Also, I have never seen a butter mold so I really can’t comment on that but it is very interesting. Next time I go to the antique shops I will look for one but probably won’t buy it. I love the old time stuff! :shroom:

  23. 7-8
    8:33
    pm

    I recognized the pig scraper right away. Have used it on a few pigs, growing up…you just hold it in the appropriate hand (right or left handed) After the pig is scalded the hair becomes easier to remove. You tilt the handle away from you and scrape with the edge of the scraper. Once you get the hang of it, its not too hard.

  24. 7-9
    6:28
    am

    I knew it was a pig scraper, too. We used them when we butchered hogs. The metal edge scrapes the hair right off the hog. Then there’s no hair cooking in the lard kettle. Could you use your new butter mold to measure lard, too? :hungry:

  25. 7-9
    6:28
    am

    Of course, he doesn’t come up to the house, he doesn’t know you and 52 probably hasn’t thought to invite him. Poor guy,desperately wanting butter and too polite to do more than bring presents…

  26. 7-9
    12:56
    pm

    How cool, a butter mold, my grandma had round glass ones.

  27. 7-10
    8:44
    am

    The guy doesnt come up to the house to give u your gifts cuz he doesnt want to seem inappropriate,he’s waiting for 52 to invite him. Think he’s just being respectful. Just being friendly and sounds like a generous person.

  28. 7-12
    5:38
    pm

    This is a great story. I would like to do what you are doing. Right now, I am not able to step back in time and enjoy all of the fresh farm products. I will continue to dream and keep reading your wonderful post. Thank you so much for letting us into you life. The butter looks great.

  29. 7-15
    11:35
    am

    What a wonderful story! This guy sounds like a keeper! You might want to keep 52 out making/fixing fence indefinitely so you’ll score more goodies!

  30. 1-5
    12:02
    pm

    love the old ways of doing things, I cant remember a butter mold when i was a kid, my grandparents lived in a log cabin, no running water, we carried it from the spring in 5 gal buckets, and did the pig scrapping, we used a big knife, and made butter but didn’t have a mold, but we had lots of love. Grand pa is gone now and grandma is still here but, her mind is not what we all would like for it to be, she does still have good days when she can tell us lots of stories of when she was younger, at almost 80 they are some kinds of tells. I have started teaching my girls what i can remember of what i learnt from her, but as a young person, i didn’t pay alot of attention the way i wish i had. Enjoy all the old good stuff and remember to pass it on or it will be gone forever. Keep on posting I love them.

  31. 2-1
    9:08
    am

    This reminds me of how desperately I searched my kitchen for something to use for a butter mold. I remember my Grandmothers, It had a cluster of nuts in the plunger. I have looked high and low for one like it, but no cigar. When I find one I will probably buy it. You know Suzanne, that would be a good giveaway. A butter mold, I have to look for a stick one also, so I can stop measuring and just cut. Good idea, wonderful post. THANK YOU :chef:

Leave a Reply

Registration is required to leave a comment on this site. You may register here. (You can use this same username on the forum as well.) Already registered? Login here.

Discussion is encouraged, and differing opinions are welcome. However, please don't say anything your grandmother would be ashamed to read. If you see an objectionable comment, you may flag it for moderation. If you write an objectionable comment, be aware that it may be flagged--and deleted. I'm glad you're here. Welcome to our community!

Daily Farm










If you would like to help support the overhead costs of this website, you may donate. Thank you!



Sign up for the
Chickens in the Road Newsletter







The Slanted Little House

"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....






Today on Chickens in the Road


Join the Community in the Forum

Search This Blog



Calendar

October 2018
S M T W T F S
« Sep    
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  


Out My Window

Walton, WV
37°
60°
Mon
59°
Tue
53°
Wed
Weather from OpenWeatherMap


I Love Your Comments

I Have a Cow


And she's ornery. Read my barnyard stories!





Entire Contents © Copyright 2004-2018 Chickens in the Road, Inc.
Text and photographs may not be published, broadcast, redistributed or aggregated without express permission. Thank you.

Privacy Policy, Disclosure, Disclaimer, and Terms of Use

Contact