July 3, 1791

Posted by sydney on Jul 3rd, 1791

My brother’s cow, when there is no extraordinary call for cream, produces three pounds of butter each week.  The footman churns the butter overnight, & puts it in water; in the morning one of my nieces beats it, & makes it up, & prints it.  Mr M. black cluster-grapes in his pine-house seem to be well-ripened.

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