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As inspired by: boot's to hell with your skim milk and ‘skinny’ lattes
STASHED BY: bakerina
Got a gallon of milk the other day which the homogenization had failed on and it was nicely topped with cream which I scooped off and plopped in the budding teenager’s coffee cup and she pronounced it the best thing she’d ever had and then she complained for a solid five minutes about the evils of the nanny-state and its stupid homogenization and pasteurization agenda and the demise of the milk-truck delivering milk in jars that would cool on your porch and form cream on top and… I have no idea where she gets it from.
February 26, 2008 at 9:27 AM ::
Ahhhhhhhhhh. My faith in the future just increased a millionfold.
I’m sure that there must be some enlightened dairy somewhere in the Land of Milk and Honey that sells milk, cream, butter and yogurt from grass-fed cows, but on the chance that there isn’t, it’s worth the time and money to take the budding teenager on a field trip to Eureka Springs, which *does* have a dairy that grass-feeds its cows (Hosanna Hills Farm), and whose cream, butter and yogurt are like none I’ve had anywhere else, not even in England, where they really know their dairy.
bakerina on 02/26/08 at 10:04 AM ::
Oh my, but how I miss those glistening bottles of milk, the little silver foil top and that delicious, silky layer of cream.
Sadly, because it was pre-internet days, there probably aren’t any photos in existence. Why would anyone take a photo of something so mundane, so ordinary. So unshakably beautiful.
You’ve raised a fine ‘mouse-daughter there, sir.
boot on 02/26/08 at 04:40 PM ::
I should have posted this in the confession booth, but I didn’t remember it until just now.
As a young boy, I had a job as a paperboy which was back in the day of early morning milk deliveries. Sometimes I would, ummmm..... get thirsty during my route, and, ummmm.... well, let’s just say I never got caught guzzling anyone’s milk and leave it at that.
This was also in the time before garage sales and thrift stores and antiques and all that business. Everyone just threw everything away, setting it right out there on the curb for curious boys who might just happen to be poking around the neighborhood at 4:30 in the morning. Boys like me. You wouldn’t believe how many books I snagged that way.
Now that I’m thinking about it, I did get caught poking around in the trash a couple of times and chased off like I was some pesky raccoon or something.
Keith on 02/26/08 at 04:50 PM ::
No, I think they are from the UK.
This has started quite a thing. There’s a big story brewing. Stay tuned.
boot on 02/26/08 at 05:42 PM ::
To continue… A co-worker noticed your photo on my computer. Turns out he has some of the old milk bottles in his shed at home. When I asked if he could take a photo of them for me, he just said “nah, you can just have one”.
So, Scriners, you have delivered me my very own piece of nostalgia.
And, of course, I will be taking a photo and posting it here. I asked him to take a photo ‘in-situ’ but he just looked at me funny.
boot on 02/26/08 at 07:10 PM ::