11-30-2016, 04:28 PM
I stopped drinking cows milk a while back. And I'm someone who grew up in the hills. We went into town maybe once a month. But not for food. Some people around here may understand what kind of lifestyle I'm talking about. I'm talking about complete independence with the nearest neighbor being several acres up the holler (we call it the holler for a reason.) Being a part of the landscape. Working the same garden year after year with seeds from the previous year. I still remember my grandma canning from the garden for the winter. Fishing out of the river. Every other day usually. Hunting. The kind of hunting you do to put food on the table every day. Responsible hunting, too. Respectful hunting. There's a certain respect that one should have of nature. And even respecting the animal in death. You respect them and their environment equally as you would when you select and harvest them. So many people (especially northerners, I've noticed) just go out and shoot the first thing that moves just to get a snapshot of themselves pushing their chests out and grinning from ear to ear these days. The kind of notherners that like to put lift kits and mud boggers on their trucks and wear the newest and coolest hunting duds with their shiny new designer cowboy boots to make up for their conscientious shortcomings about their little dicks or whatever. And they fuck up the woods, too. No respect.
And water. Heh. That's something else. The only water I had until we moved up north in my late teens was spring water fresh out of the mountain. That's it. Nothing else. As it is, our little house was built right up the hill from it. I suppose that's just a consequence of people living in and surviving by nature. For generations, really. And if you haven't ever been chased up the mountain by a bear while you were fetching spring water, then you haven't lived. I remember the first time I had a manufactured soda pop. This was my introduction to manufacting for the masses. It was after we moved up north. I think it was a Tab. And I don't even remember how ended up with it but I did and I drank it. That thing gave me the worst headache I'd ever had in my life. It was crazy. We ended up finding a spring some miles away and started using that but it still didn't taste the same as what we got from the Blue Ridge down south
Anyway. The cows milk. We had cows, too. But they didn't stand in one spot their whole lives being pumped full of chemicals. And they were respected. We didn;t beat the hell out of them. So we drank it all of the time. And even the cream on top of the fresh milk was really good. For butter, too.
So I stopped drinking cows milk once I realized that things just aren't like that anymore. It's a different world today. The nature of things are messed up. Plus I'm not a cow. Heh. I do have a distaste for the way animals are bred and made to live the way they do in mainstream manufacturing, though. Raising animals to produce the way I learned to do it was a far cry from the inhumane way they're treated in manufacturing. And plus they're all doped up with all sorts of concoctions to fend off infections and diseases they get from being in the environment they're in. And eating chemical laden gmo grain.
I switched to almond milk and really haven't missed the cows milk. I mean, the almond milk is full of natural supplements but I take natural supplements like candy anyway. But that's just me. That's my personal choice.