Monday, October 27, 2008

farm life

Sometimes when I get a drink of water, there are little floaties in my cup from the water filter on the faucet. I drink the water anyway, keeping an eagle eye on the floaties so I don't drink them. This reminds me of when my dad, who grew up a farm boy, told me about how, when he was young, he'd drink his milk from the family's cows and keep his eye on the stray piece of hay or debris that got in the milk can. I think I'm kind of like a farm girl.

p.s. I had to email my dad asking him what exactly was in the milk because i couldn't remember. The paragraph he sent to me is so great, i'm putting the whole thing in.

He said:

Usually it was a piece of straw or a flake of some kind that fell into the milk while it was being moved from the cow to the milk can. Sometimes it was more than that (manure) but that was very rare. Eventually they changed how cows were milked and the milkers sent the milk directly to a big vat that was cooled and there was less chance of something getting in it. It is also true that the cream might be twelve or fifteen inches thick and was so thick it would turn into whipped cream with just a few turns of the mixer. Farm life was interesting.


Hahaaa.. Mmmmm, manure milk. That last line makes me laugh.

5 comments:

Natalie, Cameron and Samuel said...

Wow...All of a sudden soy milk is starting to sound pretty good!

Jen said...

Whoa whoa whoa, don't get carried away now...

Brooke said...

The thought of manure in my milk is more than a little disturbing. Great narrative paragraph by Dr. S.

Natalie, Cameron and Samuel said...

Don't worry, I would never actually give up milk. I can't get through a day without one good bowl of cereal - and soy milk would never cut it! ;0)

Jen said...

What I love is "...that fell into the milk while it was being moved from the cow to the milk can." "moved." ha ha. I'm trying to think of a better way to phrase that and I can't w/out grossing myself out.