Hey, not to compete, but I appear to be a lot older than you (and possibly your Mom). My family did exactly the same as yours, but immersion blenders had not yet been invented. (In fact “milk” had barely been invented.) Our people – like all good upper-middle-class Indians, we had “people”, to use an euphemism – churned the stuff by hand to produce fresh, white (as you say) “maska”. Now, I’d kill for some. Then, gauche as I was, I complained when it was on the table and whined for commercial Amul butter.
And, to think I paid 60 bucks for a pound of Animal Farm butter in December 2020. (In my defense, I thought there was a chance we’d all be wiped out by disease soon, having just returned to Cambridge from a deserted Manhattan.)
