Thursday, August 29, 2013

Milk

Milk, it does a body.... good? Maybe.

I am learning a lot about milk these days.  Cows milk, goat milk, coconut milk, almond milk, soy milk.  What other milk is there?  I know I am missing some milks...

I grew up on a dairy farm in Lancaster County PA.  Right here in Lititz Pennsylvania.  I am not sure how many cows we had or even what kind they were.  They were big and black and white.  They weren't aggressive,  just big.  I was very young and just watched for the most part.  Cow was actually my first word.  Mum was none to please with that. I was the youngest so my job was to stay out of the way, play in the calf pens and help clean the manure out of the stalls.  I loved loved loved milk.  Ice cold and fresh.  Mom would use the cream for our cereal and I could and if allowed would drink gallons of cold milk.  Yum!  Life was good.  (Dad always said you don't need to drink milk once weaned)  Ha!

I remember making ice cream in the basement.  There was an ice cream maker just beneath the stairs and I would watch it churning away.  At least I think I did.  You know how some memories just linger a little out of reach, you can see them but not really.  I have a lot of those.  :)  Anyway, I love milk.

Well the years went by and I moved to California and then I moved home.  Along the way milk started not liking me.  How very sad.  Was it something I said?  I would drink it and get terrible pains. Actually I would eat and get terrible pains.  Sometimes a lettuce leaf would set me to feeling like someone has misplaced their ice pick in my abdomen!   I went to the doctor and he said I had a nervous stomach and gave me pills.  A few more years, and the pain came and went, and then it stayed.  I slowly, then quickly lost weight.  Yea!  I was losing weight.  I always wanted to do that. :)  Hehe, so the doctor agreed to do a couple more tests.  You want to look where?  Arg.  So they did their tests and I was told I had ulcerative colitus.  Years later they would discover it was viral colitus.  No more milk, no more ice cream, NO MORE CHEESE?!  Boohoo! 

Well that was years ago and I cook with coconut milk and almond milk and soy milk depending on the dish.  I have also discovered that raw milk and goats milk don't hurt me or make me wish I could curl into a ball just a little tighter around that little pillow and it would not hurt.

Now I own and operate a bed and breakfast in Lancaster County Pennsylvania, Speedwell Forge B&B.  I serve breakfast almost every morning.  I will cater to any dietary restriction, food allergy, food lifestyle, whatever!  I have felt the pain and I understand it, and I am here to tell you not to give up on the flavor.  It is there all around you.  Reach out and savor the moment! 

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