Like most of us these days, I absolutely hate the idea of wasting food.

And so, earlier this week I was confronted with the unfortunate fact that a litre of whipping cream I had bought before Christmas had to be dealt with.

I knew it was there. In fact, every time I opened the fridge it sat there, judging me for not making my annual New Year’s Day trifle and taunting me with its ever-approaching expiry date.

I had ignored it for as long as I could under the premise that if I didn’t look at the expiry date, we weren’t there yet.

But, on this solemn day, I reached in and grabbed out said container. I stared at the date on the carton and it was apparently expiring that exact day.

Now, we all know that the expiry date is just a suggested date and in all likelihood it would be good for at least another week, minimum.

But I also knew that I had no use for it and it didn’t take much imagination to realize that its ultimate fate would be the drain without some sort of brilliant intervention.

But what?

And then, the spirit of all of our foremothers (and my Nan!) rushed into me and I realized that I could probably make butter out of it.

But, lacking both a churn and a jar large enough to hold that amount of cream, I decided to put some 21st century technology on the job.

Our friends at Google tell me that humans have been making butter from as far back as 8000 BC, but........

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