Let’s get RAW!
Raw milk that is. What did you expect?
I’ve been buying raw milk for the last 9-10 months because I love supporting local business, and it makes the best yogurt you can find this side of um, Yogurtville, SC. It also was costing $10 a gallon. Yeesh. And it came in plastic jugs.
I was at the farmer’s market a few weeks ago, and one of the vendors had a flyer for raw milk sales that his neighbor was offering. I grabbed one and promptly forgot about it until last week. I called the farm, and was informed that milk came in glass jars and was $7 a gallon. And they don’t use hormones on their animals. I headed to the farm on Sunday, and within 2 feet of my Subaru Outback’s (hippy mobile) wheels hitting the driveway, I was in love.
The farmhouse is ADORABLE and surrounded by a lovely garden and fruit trees. The barn is quissential “farm barn”, and the cow who provides the milk is waiting by the fence with her calf.
|I’ve named her Buttercup.|
You walk in to the self service “store”, and I shit you not, the cash register is a calculator and a mason jar full of cash. The sign next to the jar says “please make change in the jar if you need it”. Don’t believe me? Proof!
|My creepy Angelina Jolie hands are hiding the name of the farm. And I wanted to show off my Finding Nemo bandaid.|
After I got my milk, I gave the cow one last nose scratch, and headed to my car. There, I found a cat sitting on my car; almost like he was checking in to see how my service was, and would I like to take a satisfaction survey. I tried to get a photo, but the second I put my milk down to try and get my camera, he jumped off the car and made a beeline for the milk. Drat.
With my new-found treasures safely tucked in (I let Jack ride in the trunk…*), I headed for home knowing that I would be back.
*Jack was home with Troy. NOT in the trunk.