Monday, November 2, 2009

Homemade Butter, Radishes, & Salt: A Love Story


This isn't so much a recipe as it is a love story. You see, I used to think that radishes were useless. Sure, they looked cute enough, but their red round cuteness belied their inner hatefulness. What good were they? Just a watery afterthought, a bitter, unimaginative addition to salads, mere space wasters on trays of crudites.

But my relationship with radishes has undergone a radical transformation. You might even say we're in love. It's all due to butter, salt, and of course, the French. As in the best love stories - or perhaps more accurately 1930s screwball romances - the dramatic conclusion was not reached without some initial animosity, some madcap misadventure, and (hopefully) a good dose of witty banter.

It all started when I flicked the TV on and caught the end of an episode of  No Reservations. There I saw Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert chowing down  and having foodgasms over ... radishes?!? How could this be? Well, it wasn't just radishes - the dish they were enjoying was a classic French snack in which radishes were teamed up with salt and butter.

To say that I was extremely skeptical that radishes could ever hold any appeal for me is an understatement.  But Poppa Trix and I had been wanting to make our own butter for some time. We were curious to witness the strange alchemy in which cream turns into something else entirely.  We half-doubted it could even be done - I mean, who makes butter in the middle of a city, miles from any farm? Giving radishes one last shot seemed like the perfect excuse to try.

According to everything I read,  all you need to do is pour the cream into a glass jar with a tight-fitting lid and shake it until it turns into butter. It sounded too simple to be true.

So Poppa Trix and I dutifully started shaking up some cream in a clean pickle jar. We put on butter-churning music. (Zydeco.) And we shook. And shook. And sweat. And shook. And got dead arm. And then shook some more. Truth be told, I didn't last that long before I handed the jar off. No wonder pioneer women were so tough! We were beginning to lose hope that anything was going to happen, but suddenly Poppa Trix announced that there was no longer any liquid sloshing about in the pickle jar.

Could this be it? Had we done it? We slowly and carefully unscrewed the jar top,  half expecting some hideous thing to explode out of it. But we were greeted with a jar full of beautiful, white, creamy fluff. It seemed as if the volume of the jar's contents had doubled in size. Alchemy indeed!

We excitedly spooned this miraculous substance into two bowls; one I salted, the other I left alone. We deliriously spread it on bread, even tasted it right off of a spoon.  It was sweet and light and fresh and wonderful.  We danced around the kitchen island, drunk with out new found ability to make life's staples ... and who knew? Maybe next we'd make cheese, or knit sweaters, or build a barn.

"Wait," I said.  "How is this different from whipped cream?" Poppa Trix's face clouded over for just an instant. "It must be different," he said. "We made butter."

 But I wasn't so sure anymore.  What we made was good, to be sure, but I was beginning to suspect it wasn't butter. A little research revealed that in fact we stopped just a bit too soon. If we had kept shaking, eventually our whipped cream would have separated into butter and buttermilk. We were so close!

By this time, Poppa Trix had lost the will to churn, and  so I was on my own. In case things went sour, I took only half of our glorious whipped cream and redeposited it into the jar. I shook, and shook and shook. Nothing. I rolled it around on the ground. Nothing. Then I remembered reading about someone who stuck a marble in the jar to help get things moving. I didn't have a marble so I used a rubber wine cork. It immediately got stuck in the thick froth. But in a true case of mind over matter (thanks kung fu!) I forced my numb aching arm to keep shaking.

And then I saw it. A little drop of liquid in the jar. Buttermilk! Suddenly, it happened: a wet muffled  plop. Houston, we have butter.  I took my little lump out and lovingly rinsed it off.  Poppa Trix was duly impressed.  Now we would eat radishes with salt!

Perhaps it was the excitement of having made my own butter, but I don't think so. Everything I hated about radishes - their bitter peppery flavor with the unpleasant aftertaste - was transformed by the butter and salt. What had seemed an excess of pepper, now seemed perfectly in balance against the salt. What had seemed like a bitter watery tang, now worked in harmony with the sweet creaminess of the butter. I found myself speaking words I never thought I would utter: "More radish, please."
But what kind of love story would this be without a touch of tragedy? I wish I could tell you that Poppa Trix and I went on to enjoy our homemade butter with the fresh bread I had made for dinner ... but alas, our brief taste was to be our last. When we later returned to the kitchen, all that remained of our beautiful ball of butter was an empty plate with a smear on it. And a greasy little paw print. Our rescue Siamese, The Count, had struck again.

Ah well, a brief taste of perfection is better than none at all.





32 comments:

  1. I loved this post! ;-) I've made sometimes my own butter by involuntarily over-whipping cream in my mixer... it is delicious and you can see how much preserving agent shop-bought butter has in it when you see that the homemade butter becomes moldy and goes rancid ever so quickly!

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  2. Oh now.....Zydeco music has a new purpose! As those of us from down in the bayou say.....aieeeeee!!!!!

    Love me some Zydeco music!
    Lazzez les bonne temps roulle!

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  3. LOL... I remember so well that 30s screwball romance in which one partner is eaten by a rescued Siamese cat! Glad you've come to join the winning team so far as radishes are concerned ;)

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  4. Beautiful post. The Count provided the perfect ending.

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  5. Fresh butter is the best - your kitty has excellent taste!

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  6. what a wonderful and playful read and something I would have loved to witness....the jar, the wine cork, the music - all that shaking going on....oh, to be a fly on the wall..........my grandmother use the old wooden churn to make butter milk and the butter was the by-product...but I remember it almost tasteless, the salt would have made it much better........

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  7. I have been wanting to make my own butter for awhile because it is that easy. Must make a point to do it after my hols.

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  8. Now I want to make butter too....and I love the Count he could be my taste tester anytime adorable....very fun post :)

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  9. haha, excellent post! congrats on making your own cream and butter, too! The Count gets extra points for knowing just when to swoop into the story, too.

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  10. Thanks all. Making butter was definitely a rewarding experience, we'll do it again for sure ... and yes, the Count does have excellent timing, always! I don't know how discriminating he is, though ... just the other day we caught him eating scraps of dog food out of the trash! But then again, he also begs for green pepper and squash. He's complicated.
    @Cajun Chef - Yes, I love me some zydeco too, cher!

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  11. Wow, how much fun to make your own butter! I'm still iffy about radishes though! I have a weird aversion to turnips (bad childhood experience) so will have to get over it in order to exeprience this love story dish.

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  12. wonderful story and making butter is a lot of work but totally worth it in the end!

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  13. Hilarious. I remember making butter when I was in like 2nd grade (we did this whole pioneer thing, where we "headed out west" - which really meant our class walked about 1/2 mile to a park, dressed in pioneer clothes). Same concept, shaking cream in a jar. Of course, we had 20 second-graders to share the work of shaking! I should try to make my own butter now though, cause I'm sure I'd appreciate it more, especially with radishes and salt! Cause fresh radishes are YUM!

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  14. That was so worth reading. And it sounds like the butter was worth the dead arm, at least to the Count.

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  15. anthony bourdain can make me want to eat anything! In fact I blame him totally for the whole pig thing.

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  16. Wonderful! both your post and the butter
    I cant remember when I last ate or saw homemade. Perhaps when I had the least idea about cooking. But now cant wait to try your method!

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  17. I remember making butter as a kid in class. They'd just keep passing it to another student once they get tired. Good way to get young students to use up their energy!

    Tho as an adult, I'll use Miriam's "suggestion" of overbeating cream with my mixer!

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  18. What a great and IMPRESSIVE love story! :)

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  19. I'm going to make butter!!!! Thats all I'm going to say...THANK YOU TASTY TRIX...THANK YOU.

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  20. Dearie, your photos are exquisite. Butter. Mmmmm ... :)

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  21. LOVED YOUR LOVE STORY!!!!
    It so closely resembles my own from years ago on my first trip to Paris-radishes and butter changed my soul forever-------------now in my restaurant and in the classes I teach i always include this incredible combination.
    Good for you (and your soul!)

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  22. You made everything sound so simple! So exciting, I want to make butter too. Also not to forget to congrats you on your to 9! Cheers.

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  23. Just read it again! Tracey, you are a genious. and I do not mean just because you can make butter. Your writing is smart, amusing, funny, and just brilliant.

    Irith

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  24. Ha, brilliant and beautifully written!

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  25. I am so impressed; you write beautifully: clear, concise, yet sensual. Thanks for sharing your talent so freely!

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  26. I am seriously blushing over these sweet comments - thank you guys! Who knew radishes could be so inspiring? xo

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  27. So funny, great post, love reading the story. Yes, we do eat radishes, you should try the long ones with white tip, they're wonderful and yes with butter and salt. Delicious! Love the look on your cat's eyes, not an ounce of guilt! ahahaha

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  28. have you ever tried radish slaw? Just use shredded radish with your usual slaw ingredients. I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog. I really enjoyed reading it and signed up for future feeds thru google reader. Please check out my blog at www.eatnlisyen.com. Thanks.

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  29. Loved the story - what a neat way to make butter!

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