So I’ve gotten into raw milk. Before you start freaking out for me, it’s okay. Calm thy heart.

See. I’m still alive. I’m writing this. All the proof you need that raw milk is the bomb {yes, just royally dated myself with that one} and you need to try it out.

Brother got me hooked. He found a local farm in our area, where you can buy a cow or seven, since raw milk is illegal in most states {unless you buy into the herd, there’s a nifty little loop hole for you}. Pick up is once a week, which happens to be Wednesday, which also happens to be a day I’ve very much come to look forward to.

And not just for the humping connotations. Um … that is supposed to be funny. Laugh. Make me feel better about myself and my big thighs. Thanks.

This milk … People … I don’t even know where to start. But let me start with this : I’m not a milk drinker. Not at all. Not into it. Never have been. Except in coffee.

I now find myself having a glass a day, at least. And in coffee? Omg, it’s the best. The cream separates itself on top with raw milk, so that’s what I use for my café. To die for {now to be referred to as “TDF”}. Fairly frequently, TC hoards in on it so he can be a Betty and make ice cream for me.

There’s also all sorts of other goodies at the farm … like all organic beef and chicken and fresh yogurts and cheeses and butter. All of course, TDF. Again.

I’ve really been trying to make as many positive and healthy changes to what I eat. These little changes, I believe have big impacts. The raw milk for example … I am supporting local, organic foods, and consuming one of the single healthiest things I can.

For anyone out there who believes raw milk is dangerous and not good for you, go do the research. You’ll be pleasantly surprised. For those of you in the Cincinnati area who are interested in more info on my farm peeps,  feel free to email. Maybe, we can even meet at the farm … you know, go all in person on you … which I already feel I should issue a fair warning that I’ll be so freaking excited if that were to happen.

Today, I headed out there to pick up some chicken for dinner this evening and was rendered surprised, for the 109th time, half expecting that each time I show up this will no longer be,  that everything operates on an honor system.

Here was a box with hundreds upon hundreds of dollars from today’s purchases, just sitting there. With a sign in/out sheet to write down what you bought, how much and the weight.

I felt humbled and inspired … knowing that this can be the way our world operates … on trust and values and believing that people are inherently good and will do good.

During the beautiful drive home, I kept thinking, how so much surrounds us, that we’re totally and utterly clueless about.

We look outside of ourselves and our cities all the time, but I really think, what we want … it’s already here.

Or, maybe it’s that I haven’t been looking with fresh eyes, ready to see anew.