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I was turned off fresh cows milk when my mother milked the cow too early...and I had cow colostrum on my wheeties "YUK" and a hot cup of colostrum coffee........ (the taste memory makes my heart sad)
Originally posted by lucinda link=1168255951/0#3 date=1168304120
I would continue to use it if i could get my hands on it.
lucinda, dont know if youre in Sydney but I recently found raw milk for sale at Frenchs Forest Organic Market on Sunday mornings. It goes under the name Cleopatras Bath Milk, sold as a cosmetic product to get around the illegality issue. The guy has been selling it there for a few months now. He also has raw cream, yogurt and cottage cheese.
Originally posted by Myrtle link=1168255951/15#15 date=1169989836
But I do remember mum bringing home some fresh milk, and skimming the cream off the top for us.
As a kid on the farm the start of the Great Cream War (repeated daily) was signaled by the pasturizers DING. Thus started the opening engagement of the GCW, the Ladle Battle. By rule of decree from on high (damn spoilsport adults!) we were of course only suppossed to take our fair share of cream for our morning hot chocolate. But of course being kids such was only the case when a stuporvising adult was near-by.
By common agreement (read none of us wanted our hides tanned as had been threatened after the first spilled bucket) the Ladle Battle took place at the end of the kitchen table well away from the pasturizer and once possession of the ladle had been firmly established a secondary skirmish took place to form up the serving line behind the lucky first. Needless to say by the end of the GCW there was little, if any, cream left in the bucket. : ;D
I remember I went to stay on a small farm during school holidays when I was young. They used fresh cows milk and I remember balking at the thought of drinking something that had come straight from the cow without all the usual treatment, plus it was a bit warm. I was convinced it was unhygenic! Obviously I survived.
I grew up on a farm, and my Mum always likes to tell the story about when I was about two, and she was milking the cow. She used a bit pail, that was wider than it was tall. Shed filled that up, and there was still milk in there, so she started on the second pail. I was standing next to the large (full) pail, and the pig (did I mention we had a pig as well as a cow?) trotted up behind me and let out an unholy squeal. I toppled into the full pail of fresh milk.
I was talking to my Aunty today (retired farmer) and we were actually talking about the yummy milk all us kids had on the farm growing up. I can still remember hand milking the house cow - lucky she was a gentle tolerant old darling and she was the only jersey on the farm.
I am a big fan of Jerseys - both the cows and the milk. I found they old jersey cow on our farm was easier to mild with better yeilds than any of the friesians.
In Queensland they are very lucky to be able to get Cooloola Jersey milk - which seemed to me the best I have ever tasted.
Over here Bannister Downs and Raven Hill have both started producing premium milks for the WA market - I know Epic is now using Bannister Downs milk for their coffees.
Also grew up on a dairy in my pre-teen years and after that we always had a cow or two (always Jerseys, quite apart from their milk they are great animals).... My Grandma used to make the most wonderful icecream from the Jersey milk, never had anything like it since that comes even close. I can just imagine what an Affogato would be like made with this.... Mmmm
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