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I'm drinking it this week. Only a little bit each morning, because of my intolerance (see, I hate illegals; they should all go back where they come from, especially the white liquid ones.) My cousin Isaac gets it from a farm, unpasteurized, and it's illegal to sell unpasteurized milk in Canada.
He was explaining the history to me: while Europe went for more farm regulations at the local level, North America didn't bother with that and went for blanket pasteurization instead. Sue, his partner, chimed in that large-scale farms get away with putting all sorts of stuff into their cows, besides the whole theory of unpasteurized milk being less processed and thus healthier.
Frankly, I don't like the taste as much because I'm not used to it. It went a bit sour on Tuesday, when there wasn't much left of it, and I went into the kitchen and told them it was going bad; but they said it was fine, just that it'll go sour without it being bad to drink yet, so I just put some maple syrup in the cereal and ate it, feeling a little foolish.
In the spring when the new calves are born the milk turns slightly pink because of colostrum in it. This is quite healthy, but as they were talking it reminded me of this expensive ice cream I'd heard of made from human breast milk and the association was rather distasteful.
Thoughts: licking another non-related human's breasts, yes; but drinking milk out of them, no.
Try "So, drinking pink milk doesn't appeal to me, because of the incestuous subtext" as your next conversation starter. I dare you.
No, that's not fair, because I don't dare myself. Besides, I used to like strawberry milkshakes (which usually have more calories than the average lunch). Anyway, it would be interesting to see.
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