Let’s clear something up right away: this is real buttermilk. Not the thin leftovers from churning butter (cool, but different). This is the cultured kind, the tangy, gently thick, spoonable magic you buy at the store, except you can make it at home and keep it alive batch after batch.
I call it heirloom buttermilk because once you get it going, you do not start from scratch every time. You just “seed” a new batch with a little from the last one, and suddenly you are the kind of person who casually has cultured dairy in the fridge like it is no big deal. It is kind of a big deal. It makes pancakes fluffier, biscuits taller, and salad dressings taste like they came from a diner that actually seasons its food.