Finally!

Many years ago, I mentioned to an elderly neighbor that I had always wished for a butter mold.  She checked with her daughter to make sure it was OK to give it to me, and then gave me a butter mold she had stored away, from years gone by.  
You don't have to have a butter mold to make butter; I'd done without one for years.  You just wash the butter until the water is no longer milky, and put it in a dish; that works great.  But my mom had told me stories about butter molds she used in her youth, and I longed to have one.  
So, I'd make butter and wash it properly, and force it into that prized mold.  I'd refrigerate it, take it out, and try to remove the butter.  Unfortunately, it always stuck.  I'd run a knife around the edges and finally get it out, but the design that was supposed to be on top of the pound of butter was nonexistent.  
I tried it again last week, following directions I found on the Internet.   No luck.  
I complained to Cliff and his sister Rena; they both said, "Spray it with Pam first."  
"That can't be right," I told them.  "That's just using grease to get the mold to let loose of something greasy."  
They insisted it would work.  
Today I made butter, and I decided to try their suggestion.  After all, it wouldn't hurt the butter.  And it was something I had not tried before.  

It worked!  See how the design from the butter mold (on the right) transferred to the butter?  Picture me doing a happy dance, and I can't even dance.  

Isn't this a thing of beauty?