The one and only thing, besides keeping the kids alive and fed (clean and dressed is another story), I have really accomplished today. I present to you, *drumroll*, my little ball of butter. Made from fresh sweet cream from our milk cow, freshly churned and rinsed. And yes, it really is that yellow. Now that I've managed to get something done, I shall leave the kitchen in shambles and go to bed.
Who else feels a bit like this at the end if the day, pride in the most minor accomplishment?