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!