I
adore fresh, raw milk, and once I believed that I'd some day own a milk
goat. But the infrastructure demands are just too high ---
pasture, high security fences, neighbors willing to milk morning and
evening when we're away. I'm not ruling out dairy animals
forever, just for the foreseeable future.
But, as Mark likes to say, "Anna gets what she wants." He's been
networking, trying to hunt down someone who'd sell us raw milk.
Given the legal
situation, I understand it's a lot like trying to find a drug
dealer.
Last week, we got a little nibble --- someone willing to sell us fresh,
homemade butter. I hope the butter will be like a foot in the
door toward milk.
Meanwhile, I just read in Mother Earth News that butter
from pastured cows is highest in vitamins at this time of year.
Just like the yolks from pastured poultry eggs, butter from summer
pastured cows is yellower and considered a premium product. So we
plan to stock up and sock summer butter away in the freezer to feed us
through the long, hard winter.