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Did Somebody Say, "BUTTER?"

Cookie the Wonder Cow inspects the first Hawthorn Farm butter.

Daniel and I stepped outside to say our usual pre-meal grace. Cookie saw us and mooed conversationally.

“Yes, Cookie, we are grateful for the fat I squeeze from your glands!” I called, giving her a grandiose wave.

Daniel looked at me sideways. “Not. Appetizing.”

“It’s just the truth. Think about it!”

On the farm, it’s hard to gloss over the biological realities of life. If it’s not appetizing, just wait a day. A little hunger puts it all into perspective again. The notion of “not appetizing” stands no chance when confronted with the aroma of golden butter melting in rivulets on a steaming baked squash…

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