I love that as I was reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma I managed to find a local farm selling fresh food straight to the buyer. One of those things being raw milk.
On a rainy afternoon we drove up the long drive, past a couple cows happily grazing on grass and wild flowers. At their feet a handful of chickens scratched at the cow patties, pecking out the bugs and helping it break down into fertilizer. The farmer led us out to the cows, giving us a chance to meet the very cow who had made the milk we were about to drink. We got to pet her on the head, scratch at an itch right behind her ear, and be nuzzled on the shoulder when we turned to walk away before she was ready for us to go. Read more…
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