When I do have it on hand, however, the quart sized carton will always be at least three quarters full. (Why don’t they sell smaller sizes?) It will also have worked itself to a position of near invisibility by being out of sight and out of reach near the back of the shelf. There it will go unnoticed for days or weeks until it is well past its already frighteningly generous expiration date. Only then will my husband finally “discover” it and pour its clumpy contents down the drain. He will act completely disgusted at the thought of something so old being allowed to remain in the one place reserved for keeping things fresh and ready for our eventual (and safe) consumption.
He will then give me a mild scolding for being so wasteful, to which I will attempt to explain myself by reminding him that I wasn’t being wasteful at all! I was merely trying to invent a miracle medicine that will cure infections.
This scenario, one that has punctuated our lives together like clockwork every two weeks after I bake anything that calls for buttermilk, will never happen again now that I have discovered the joys of buttermilk based ice cream.
Going forward I am quite sure we will no longer have any buttermilk to spare for culturing into penicillin — all of it will now be dedicated to feeding my newfound insatiable appetite for this ice cream variety. Truthfully, I can now see myself skipping over the muffin making distraction altogether and going directly to the business of making (and enjoying) this ice cream.
Summer berries and fruit – I’m ready for you.
Lemon Buttermilk Ice Cream
Why didn’t I know of this ice cream earlier? How did I function without ever having tasted buttermilk ice cream?
My mind is racing with thoughts of the many variants I will soon be concocting: strawberry buttermilk ice cream, peach buttermilk ice cream, banana buttermilk ice cream… Wait a minute! Dark chocolate buttermilk ice cream!
Who has time for making muffins anyway?