Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Yakkety Yak

I wonder what butter made from Yak's milk would taste like. I don't know if I'll ever get my hands on Yaks milk though--they live in the Himalayan region. Carl Linnaeus called the yak a grunting ox. He was a Swedish botanist, physician, and zoologist, and I'm not sure if he liked butter or not. But if I had to guess, I would say yes, he enjoyed butter more than most people in the 18th century. He grew up in Rashult, and a photograph of his home looks like it was in the country. In his home, he learned Latin before Swedish, and in his home, he probably had fresh butter, the freshest. He never wrote about butter I'm sure, in Latin or Swedish, but if he did, I think he would write about butter fondly. Swedish butter must be delicious. There is less sunlight in Sweden than here in the winter and more sunlight in Sweden than here in the summer. Light can transform the palate. Light can transform so many things.

I want to make clarified butter. I want to make ghee. Gee, I've made ghee, I would say, probably to myself.

Where am I going? What is the point?

I say where are you going? What's your point!

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