Everybody talks about wanting to change things and help and fix, but ultimately all you can do is fix yourself. And that's a lot. Because if you can fix yourself, it has a ripple effect. ~Rob Reiner
This past weekend we were watching one of those shows that take you on a factory tour of a particular product. This time it was milk. Yep, that white silky smooth liquid enriched with vitamins including Calcium.
So why is milk so significant to me? It's really not. I'm not a big fan of it, not since I was a little kid. I definitely don't consume milk independently nor do I use it regularly. With the exception of using the creamy liquid as an ingredient, it would be omitted from the grocery list. Nope, we really don't eat dry cereal and on the very rare occasion I do, (which it's been seriously years because of all the sugar - my favorite is Cinnamon Toast Crunch) I apply the milk very sparingly. Same goes for Kyle, although I know he drinks milk at school and unlike me, he'll flood his cereal.
Again, why this dissertation on milk? Watching the show made me remember Mr. Hixon, our milkman. Yes, believe it or not, when I was growing up, our family had a milkman who would deliver the crate of milk and retrieve the empty glass bottles to start the cycle again. I believe we had milk delivered a couple times a week, then with less consumption as we got older, our delivery dropped to once a week. Just talking about it now, makes me feel like that was a whole world away, since not many people of my generation experienced the same. However, the old fashioned notion of a milkman was alive and well when I was a youngster.
Mr. Hixon lived up on Solomon Temple Road (Butina Ridge). His cows were natural grazing cattle that used to be hand milked. The milk consumed, once it reached our doorstep, was probably the freshest anyone has ever had, unless they lived on a dairy farm. I truly don't remember if it was pasteurized or not. I'm guessing it was, but it certainly was the real deal that separated in the glass bottle while being stored in the refrigerator. To this day, I have the habit of shaking the milk carton before using it, re-distributing the cream that floated to the top back among the rest of the contents.
It makes me sad the milkman is not a profession anymore, at least none that I am aware. I wish Kyle would have experienced the good old fashion milkman and real milk, not the heavily processed kind, shipped all around the nation, purchased in stores.
Personally, I think we should get back to the small dairy farms who distribute fresh, unpasteurized milk. Yes, I said unpasteurized...
Read about making it illegal to grow your own vegatables. Got Milk?
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