Welcome to Cream to Culture ! In this series, we’re turning raw milk and cream into extraordinary staples while healing our guts and gaining confidence in the kitchen! Each recipe is simple, hands-on for a few minutes, then mostly hands-off. By the end, you’ll wonder why you ever bought these at the store. Growing up we always had plenty of milk on hand thanks to my grandparents and their dairy.   I was so accustomed to my Grammy’s ever-present jug of buttermilk in the fridge that I didn’t...

Welcome to Cream to Culture ! In this series, we’re turning raw milk and cream into extraordinary staples while healing our guts and gaining confidence in the kitchen! Each recipe is simple, hands-on for a few minutes, then mostly hands-off. By the end, you’ll wonder why you ever bought these at the store. Growing up we always had plenty of milk on hand thanks to my grandparents and their dairy.   I was so accustomed to my Grammy’s ever-present jug of buttermilk in the fridge that I didn’t...

Growing up, we rarely ate chicken. When we lived on my grandparents’ farm, we often shared meals with my Grammy and Papa—and my Papa hated  poultry. One bad Thanksgiving was all it took for him to swear it off for life. Years later, when I was looking for a way to provide healthy protein for my own kids—on a small half-acre lot in town—I landed on chickens. They fit our space, I already knew laying hens, and their short grow-out meant I could raise several small batches a year without buying...