We bought a gallon of milk today. It sounds like a normal thing, picking up a gallon of milk.
But since joining the Real Food Challenge, getting milk has a whole new meaning.
Getting a gallon of milk means driving out to a little local farm and buying a glass jar full of milk that came out of a cow this morning.
Of course, when one is buying real milk from a real farm, it's hard not to ask for a tour of the "facilities". This means tramping off behind the house and visiting with the local livestock - like teeny cute little baby lambs...
It means meeting face to face the cow that provided us with our milk.
On so many levels, this brings me huge satisfaction, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I love the my children get to meet and pet the cow that their milk came from. It provides them with a solid connection and appreciation for their food. We're so far removed from where our food comes from - the milk in the grocery refrigerator, the chicken breasts on the styrofoam packing tray, the broccoli in the plastic bag. To really see it, up close and personal, to even pet it and watch it's enormously long tongue snatch some hay from your hand, brings the reality home.
There's something that feels so.... honest about this. Just look into those big brown eyes...
Isn't she adorable?
And her milk is fantastic. Smooth and creamy and delicious. Two Little Girls can attest to that.
I was surprised to find that it's actually cheaper to buy raw, local milk than it is to buy the "healthy" stuff at the health food store. No more pasteurized, hormone-infected milk for us, thankyouverymuch. I love the idea of not feeling guilty when I give my kids a glass of milk with their homemade whole grain cookies at snack time. Yum!