How Raw Milk Changed My Life:

On any given Saturday at approximately 10 o’clock AM, you can find me wandering through the Market Square Farmer’s Market pretending to be a bohemian dreamer.

I have my routine — first a stop at Mountain Meadows Farm for tomatoes, potatoes, corn, grapes, or really any sort of produce that strikes my fancy (they are, without a doubt, one of my favorite booths at the market), then I make my way to Cheesecake and Bread by Rick for a loaf of Jalapeno Cheddar bread, hit up Sweetwater Valley Farm for a hunk of Salsa or Roasted Garlic Cheese, and swing by Rouxbarb for lemonade (or, if they aren’t there, Coffee and Chocolate). Throw in the random stop for pickled okra, honey, a German pretzel, or cinnamon rolls, add in lunch with Ashley at Pete’s Coffee Shop (best hamburger in town — I swear!), and you have a typical Saturday morning.

(Typical lunch at Pete’s — Bacon Cheeseburger all the way, fries, and a Diet Coke. YUM.)

But this past Saturday was different.

You see, my mother (love you, Mum!) hadn’t been to the farmer’s market before, so I thought it would be a nice Mother-Daughter trip — peruse the local wares, see the sights, listen to the ever-changing musical offerings that make Market Square so special, and then a trip to Pete’s for lunch — and so, at 11:45 this Saturday, she picked me up and we made our way downtown. Little did I know it would be a life-changing trip.

(The music, the bread, the produce — no wonder I love it so much!)

Have you ever had raw milk? Or better yet, Cruze Dairy Farm milk? No? Well, I hadn’t either… until yesterday morning.

Mum has been asking me for months to pick up some Cruze whole milk for her cheese-making endeavors, and I, in my stubborn and ever-sensible ways, never did… because how would I get it to her? And how would I keep it from spoiling? The list goes on and on — and so for the first time, we stopped by the Cruze Dairy Farm tent to get some milk.

(The pepper tent — haven’t been brave enough to actually buy anything yet, but SO pretty)

Holy habanero. One sample and I was caught hook, line, and sinker.

She (Mum) bought me a gallon of light milk just because I didn’t have any… and I have already consumed the entire thing. That gallon of milk didn’t even make it back to my apartment until 2:15 yesterday afternoon and it’s already gone — and I don’t even like milk.

Now as I sit on my couch watching Storage Wars and attempting to study Greek (although we can all see how well that is going… after spending hours and hours stuffing my brain with verbs and Lysias, I’m completely burnt out), all I can think about is how much I want another gallon of milk. I suppose this a lesson learned — don’t buy delicious milk and drink all of it in a day and a half, because then you’ll end up craving it for the next five days. Whoops.

(My very sad, almost empty gallon of milk. Counting down till Saturday!)

Guess this means I’ll be buying a cow share!

A final word to leave you with: as I ponder the direction my life is currently leading (I graduate in May, y’all!), I’ve come to the conclusion that a few things are going to change — one such thing being my blog. Look forward to a new direction… a good one, promise! I’ll still be updating you on the many things God is doing in my life, but as I pursue the career I really want, there are also going to be blogs about other things — things like cupcakes, Paula Deen, movies, hair dye, and the occasional road trip to nowhere. Don’t you worry, my darling readers — I’ll do my best to entertain!

And now… time for bed, and I hope to see each and every one of you out exploring the wonders of the Market Square Farmer’s Market come next Saturday morning! As always, thanks for reading.

Oh yeah — don’t forget to check out all the different links! Super cool places with SUPER delicious food.

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