It all started with Understood Betsy, my oldest's new favorite book. Elizabeth Anne's fist 8 years of life are extremely sheltered, and then she is suddenly sent to live with relatives on a New England farm. Today we read about her first day on the farm and how she watched butter being made for the first time, washed dishes for the first time, heard humor for the first time, etc... Of course my little pioneer child asked if we could make butter, and since I happened to have some cream on hand I divided it into jars and let each of the kids shake, shake, shake.
Since we had made the butter, she said we might as well grind some flour and make homemade biscuits to go along with it. Since I had made yogurt the night before, we might as well make them "buttermilk" biscuits. And since we had made such a mess in the kitchen, she might as well wash all the dishes by hand (and since it was so fun, she might as well wash the dishes all week long).
You never know what's going to happen when you open a book!
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