years back my mother brought me a quart of pure cream from up north, I love whipped cream but didn’t know how long to beat the cream into whipped cream...I used a mix master to form the whipped cream...it got too thick to use...I called my mother and told her, she said *you beat it too long, now you have butter*. Hubby like oleo not butter...young and dumb city girl only 20 at the time...
My wifes step grandmother churned her butter with the old wooden churn. The family had later bought her an electric one and she didn't care for it a bit my wife said.