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To Ensure Successful Churning, Use the Hand of a Dead Man

April 13, 2015 By Jessica McAvoy 3 Comments

We don’t use any pretend butter stuffs… butter is a shortcut to flavor.” -Rory O’Connell, Ballymaloe Cookery School Demonstration, 8 April 2015

Butter on Display

18,500 dairy farms can be found in the Republic of Ireland according to the Irish Times. All that dairy means a whole lot of butter. Golden, creamy, silky butter. Just walking through a local supermarket or farmer’s market you are faced with a plethora of choices. If you are curious about the history of butter in Ireland then the Cork Butter Museum is a good place to start.

Located in the original Cork Butter Exchange Building, the museum illustrates the history and culture of dairy and the impact of butter on Irish society. Spread out on two floors, the first floor contains a variety of artifacts from butter production and the second floor looks at the cultural significance of butter on early Irish people as well as trade routes and documents of butter sale through the history of the exchange.

The museum visit begins with viewing a video that discusses the early days of Irish dairy production and how marketing and quality control turned butter into “gold” for farmers. The film illustrates what measures early farmers would go through to sell their firkins (small wooden barrels) of butter from their 10-20 cows and how the process improved over the years allowing for farm growth to the current average family farm of 60 to 80. Logo and identifying designs can be compared by examining the wide variety of butter stamps and wrappers on display. The museum has a variety of churns from glass tabletop size to large barrel churns that could hold up to 20 gallons of cream.

An informative placard on the wall discusses that farmers a century or more ago did not understand the science behind butter making and as a result there were many superstitions. Due to the high value of butter its production was carefully crafted. Precautions were taken by the farmer and his family to ensure a proper churning. The cow house contained St. Brigid’s crosses and were located far from ring forts which were believed to be homes to fairies. Cows were sprinkled with holy water and received the protective qualities of the color red through a red ribbon tied around their tail following milking. During the churning process a combination of pagan and christian prayer was recited. Two types of wood were used in the churn to protect against witchcraft and milk vessels and churns were forbidden to be loaned. Fairies were greatly feared and depending on the region salt was sprinkled on the churn or red-hot iron placed under the churn to keep them away. To ensure success, some county customs were to use the hands of the dead. An infant’s hand may be placed under the churn, or my personal favorite was to

Use the hand of a dead man (preferably one who had bee executed) to stir the milk in the churn.”

Butter, and cows have a long and important history on Irish culture. Early Celtic people were semi-nomadic dairy cow herders, or búachaill. Wealth was judged by the number of cattle you had and they were the measurement for financials as there were no coins until the arrival of the Vikings. Cattle raids were apparantly all the rage and were carried out on a regular basis. Successful raids led to honor and celebration. Celtic kings were given tribute through cattle and were often expected to lead their loyal farmers in the raids. With the development of monasteries across Ireland raids continued and now the church received a portion of the acquired cattle.

There is also a ‘Bog Butter’ artifact. A container crafted from a single tree trunk dated to over one thousand years old, it still contains the original butter that was packed inside. The properties of the bog in which it was found have preserved the butter. The butter on the outside has hardened over time and the exhibit card explains that the inside center remains soft. The process used to create butter in essence has not changed from then until now. Cream is separated from the milk, then the cream is beaten and small lumps of butter form along with milk residue.

The Cork Butter Museum is a fascinating look at butter. The visit takes approximately an hour and is heavy on reading so if you need reading specs, bring them! More information can be found at corkbutter.museum.

For the Love of Butter!

April 7, 2015 By Jessica McAvoy Leave a Comment

Anyone that knows me can attest to my love for eating quality food. Bring on the organic and non-gmo. Artisan chickens that have been named and stroked, animals that have lived their lives wandering from pasture to pasture or dashing through the wilderness, and if it is dairy, bring it on naturally with all its intended fats, thank you very much. We try hard to find balance in our diet and what we consume. By no means are we perfect. We do eat more than I’d like to admit that I do not know the practices behind its production. That being said, we do try as hard as possible to be aware and make ethical choices regarding what we eat, how it was produced, and how it all impacts the world around us. We are always striving to be better consumers and humans.

Now, here we are in Ireland surrounded by cows that are continuously munching away on some of the greenest pastures I have witnessed. They never seem to stop eating and are munching away even while laying down. They do not miss a green munch even with a calf at their teet. There is no exaggeration in the slogans that say the ‘Emerald Hills of Ireland ‘and I believe that in order to describe the grass here is the reason why variations of the word green were invented. A normal everyday breakfast for me consists of steamed green beans, or an egg on a bed of arugula, or mixed leaf salad with nuts and fruit. As someone that craves food of many shades of green, I can relate to the pleasure the cows must be in.

The past week I have pushed the green stuff away in the morning and have been in a love affair with bread and scones. This, of course, is mostly for the butter. I spread it on in a layer as thick as if making a pbj. “Bread is really just a vehicle for butter…” a very wise friend told me this once. Though I have enjoyed some truly fantastic bread in my life thus far, I tend to have difficulty digesting it and as a result I have to say I mostly enjoy what I am slathering on it or sopping it up with more. Sauces, tapinades, hummus, spreads, oils of all types, and yes, who can forget beautiful, silky, golden butter.

Growing up, only margarine and vegetable oil could be found in my family’s kitchen. I remember as a teen going to the bagel store and ordering a salt bagel with margarine.  M-A-R-G-A-R-I-N-E!  GASP! I had no idea what I was missing nor what I was ingesting. You will be happy to know the younger generation in my family now enjoy and consume butter – my sister is raising her children to appreciate good food. When my nephew was little I would mind him a few times a week and the snacks he raided my fridge for were “gapes,” green “bens,” and “aweples.” Never junk by choice.

In my sister’s fridge you will usually find a stick of butter with 3 year old teeth nibbles hiding under the wrapper. My niece Abi sneaks away and quietly opens the fridge door. “But which one do I want” she ponders but only for a second – time is not on her side. She picks one up quietly and gently peels back the waxy paper. She clumsily moves her hair out of her face with now greasy teeny-tiny fingers. One nibble, two nibble, three… then hears her name called, quickly wraps it back up and closes the fridge door. No one is the wiser until dinner time. I did not really discover and enjoy butter and olive oil until my first trip outside of the country in 2002. I even remember the first bite of stale crusty bread with a slabber of butter all over it that forever changed my tastebuds.  I wonder if Abi will remember any of her sneaky nibbles?

Surprise! Abi was in the fridge again!

Surprise! Abi was in the fridge again!

Back to Ireland and the right place to be to enjoy butter. We found our way to the Butter Museum in Cork because after all why would one not pay to look at old timey photos of farmers and antiquities of the butter producing type? Well, it was really quite fascinating. We paid our entrance fee to a man that was very excited the sun was shining and was sure to point out how lucky we were to enjoy the sun here in Ireland. Everywhere we went the small talk consisted of how beautiful the weather is. It would go like this, as if it was script that all folks learned for small talk with tourists – “Oh, well, hello there! Are you enjoying your holiday here? Isn’t the weather simply beautiful? You are very lucky, it is really beautiful… oh I do hope it stays this way for you to enjoy the rest of your holiday. We may get some weather in a day or so but I do hope it holds out for you…” then we would finish whatever we were doing, such as paying our entry in this case, and agree “Oh, yes it is quite lovely.”

Butter aside, the food here (with the exception of Dublin) has been quite good. We have had more outstanding meals than not, and at a variety of places from hole in the wall cafes, to pubs, to restaurants. On the recommendation of two separate friends we found our way to Ballymaloe and rather than just sit for a meal we decided to join in on a cookery demonstration in which were able to watch as they prepared and instructed students of their cookery school. Following the 4 hour presentation and preparation of approximately 30 pub dishes and desserts we were able to sample them all. Outstanding. If we had more time in the area we certainly would have been back for their multi-course dinner.  Have I mentioned we are convinced food will be our financial funeral?

 

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