What is "butterfat"

Usage examples of "butterfat".

He dipped his ringers into a wooden tub and began slathering his face with butterfat, which was what we used for makeup remover in those days.

There was an iron spider, a sort of Dutch oven on legs, rusting at the side of the hearth, and after cleaning it and smearing it with butterfat, Kady set the biscuits to bake in the coals.

No offense to the famous chef and his touch with butterfat in all of its glorious manifestations.

She kept a supply of vanilla ice cream loaded with butterfat in the freezer, and if she allowed small spoonfuls to melt on her tongue, one after another, until she could hold no more, it was the easiest way to absorb nourishment.

As far as Joshua was concerned, a cow was a cow as long as the butterfat content in its milk was up to the dairy standards.

Though the whole race of man were bred for feminine beauty as the whole race of Jersey cattle is bred for butterfat, even then lovelier women could not be produced than the ones who graced this show.

Tears, a waft of star motes that hung off the crescent hook of the butterfat moon, weaved through the sparse branches of the wind-blasted pines along the cliff face.

The right kind of elitism can restore the butterfat to a homogenized society.

Disaster threatened when his butterfat production slumped 50 per cent and all the other kids jeered at him.

The Copelands had begun already to fantasize about distant foods, Drake drooling over ice cream of the rich premium variety, huge heaping goblets of rum raisin and pralines 'n' cream, the greater the butterfat content the better, Amanda lost in a chocolate truffle reverie, thin sculpted shells of creme fraiche and gin and Grand Marnier and liquid cherries and raspberry puree, imagined tastes the sweetest.

Another reason was that some managers believed that the milk shakes' 10 percent butterfat content ruined customers' appetites for additional hamburgers.

Could a Chancellor's flaxen-haired daughter, freshened by a strapping young Doctor of Philosophy like those in the Tales, surpass Mary Appenzeller's output of seventy-three pounds of butterfat in her first year's milking?

Huge ponderosas and other pines, and in the property adjoining Sean's a dreamy horse meadow with wild flowers and two beautiful bays with their sleek necks bent to the butterfat grass in the hot sun.