alright, so i wrote this post before the weekend so if you did check in maybe you would have something to read. i thought i would tell you about my milk encounter and why me and milk are no longer friends.
*warning*
i am recounting some pretty gross stuff and it is from a childhood memory so it could be a bit out of the ordinary and little grander than it was, but if you have a queasy stomach, i wouldn't read it.. just saying
when i was 15, my parents went on a trip to australia. my dad had business down there and my mom tagged along with him. so my siblings and i went off to my grandparents house for 2 weeks. it was great, i guess. my grandma had planned stuff for us to do, well at least the little kids. the closest cousin / sibling was 2-4 years younger than me. yep i was bored. we had sleepovers and plans to go to Yellowstone to stay at my uncles cabin for a few days and ride four wheelers. i was excited about that part. but my grandma had another day planned in between there. her sister and husband, my great aunt and uncle, own a dairy farm. they have milked cows since i don't even remember. they have a ton of cows, like a bazillion. i couldn't even count or imagine. the day before we were going to go to Yellowstone we went to their farm. we were going to help out and learn about what it takes to care for the cows. we got there and the little kids went with aunt m to feed the cows and me yep i was with uncle f. he took me into the milking room. it was the strangest place i have ever been. stainless steel everything, it smelled like poo and it was steaming and kind of hot in there. he had his sons bring in the first round of cows. i just stood there and watched these behemoth animals walk into a corralled stainless steel pen and get positioned for the milking. my job was to clean the udders and attach the milking machine. um gross. they showed me how to do the first one, it was odd feeling and i wasn't so sure i wanted to do anything in there. then they turn it on. the machine cranked to life and started sucking with the force of a black hole. i don't know how the cow didn't cry. as the milk was coming out it went into a trough near the cow's feet and ran into a container at the end that was the start of the pasteurization process. except if an animal pooped, which did happen often it was really close to the milk. like so close. i was sick. then it was my turn. i think i gagged through the whole thing and i blocked out most of what happened. but that my friends was the end of my milk drinking career. done.
the funny part of all this is that i had another great uncle that raised cows to butcher them. that same summer we visited him and when we went over the butcher truck had showed up to take the cattle. but this is no ordinary butcher truck, they butchered the cows right then and there and then took the meat. yep i watched a cow get cut into pieces and hung in a refrigerated truck, but ironically i love meat. like love it. how does that happen?
is there anything you don't eat and why?
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