Milk

Milk is good. Drink milk. If there isn't any milk, find a cow and milk it. I've been a milk drinker for pretty much all my life. The best milk I ever tasted was probably whole milk from the Unigate milkman, which came in those sexy, curvy bottles like this:

As far as I'm aware I only occasionally see pure orange juice in these bottles. But this isn't a blog entry about bottles. Maybe it's my memory but I swear that milk tastes better from the bottle. Anyway it became cheaper, cooler or better for the earth's crust or something to sell milk in plastic bottles and bags, in supermarkets. Milkmen became rare, supermarkets became bigger and farmers and independent diaries found it difficult to compete. Thus the milk, I think went downhill. It became homogenised, so in whole milk you didn't get that creamy texture among other properties. All of a sudden things went through some kind of filter process that I don't understand which was used as some kind of selling point. Take Cravendale for instance.  I try and only buy the organic, Jersey milk now if I can help it. I saw a programme about the history of milk production on BBC 4 featuring the Gosling's. It impressd me to such a degree that I will pledge to buy their products from the Able and Cole online shop when I have more money. What impressed me about it wasn't just their enthusiasm and passion for good milk quality but how much love and respect they gave to their cows.

So there you have it. Milk.