Happy New Year!
I used to love butter and baked exclusively with it, fried in it, buttered toast, put on hot veggies. Discovered I was allergic to all dairy 9 years ago. No more butter for me! I was a true butter lover. Was the best in baked goods.
$50 a pound.....nice work if she can get it, and seems she can, and treats her cows well.
But for me, regular butter was great.
My wife was born in Vt and raised in Nh. We lived and raised our children in ct. During one of our many visits to her parents, our daughter went to a church youth group function. The kids in the youth group were fascinated with our daughter because she was a flatlander. Our daughter was upset at being called a flatlander and appealed to her mom. Mom informed her that she indeed was and always will be a flatlander.
I've never heard of the term. Must be an east coast thing. I live at an elevation of 400 feet, but I'm surrounded by mountains. That term just wouldn't work in Alaska.
I had a lot of uncles with farms (mid-Iowa and southern Illinois). When I was at any of the farms, the food was home grown, plentiful and unprocessed. “Unprocessed” is, I think the essential word that goes with good taste. I suspect this writer could go to any farm community anywhere in the U.S. (or wherever) and find a local store which sells, or can point the way to) unprocessed butter and other foods with greater than normal taste, including unpasterurized milk, mmmmm.
When I was a kid there was a very small-time dairy farmer down the road from our place in Missouri who had Jersey cows. My Dad would go and buy glass bottles of unbelievably rich whole milk from him and my Grandma and Mom, for fun, decided to use some of our child-energy up by showing us how to churn butter. We tried a couple times with Holstein milk but it was nowhere near as delicious.
We used to get a kick out of watching that old farmer milk his cows the old fashioned way, sitting on a low stool and with a two-fisted grip, filling the bucket - and a half dozen open-mouthed cat, most sitting up on their hindquarters - that always showed up whenever he went out to milk.