what is this that i cradle in my arms?
raw milk, baby.
my friend mike came to my door at nine this morning calling, "is anyone home? milkman, here!" and dropped this in my arms.
it was still warm; as in, fresh from the cow.
this was breakfast:
holy cow, this makes me happy.
in case you don't know me, let me just tell you; milk is in my top three most favourite beverages.
i. love. milk.
and this stuff has me seriously excited. --- what am i going to make? i gotta make something with it... corn ice cream? butter? or any number of other amazing treats... oh my goodness...