She said to separate all the chunks from the liquid and suggested I use a mesh strainer (or I could be wrong on this but she also suggested using muslin) then to squish the rest of any remaining liquid out. I basically just played with it... I treated it like a stress ball and squeezed and shaped for a while until I couldn't "milk" it anymore. Then to be safe -because she said it could sour if there was milk left in it - I pressed it through the wire in the strainer.
When it was all said and done, I have butter! Granted, this isn't "low fat" but I know exactly where it came from, I know who's grubby little hands were all over it (mine) and I feel good about it. So, yay me - or whatever.
I figure I'll save the buttermilk and make Sunday morning pancakes for the kids. My sister in law has chickens so I'll wrangle me up some fresh eggs too. Just call me Ellie-May! Yee-Haw!