I have a magpie mind. I like anything that glitters.~ Lord Thomson
How the world has changed!
I have memories, just, before Poppy decided farming was unprofitable & moved into town, of the milk coming up to the farmhouse in buckets. Jersey cows. The milk was thick & rich with cream frothing up in yellowish festoons, still warm from the cow. Now you're not supposed to drink milk like that. It's unhealthy or something so they do horrible things to it, remove the cream, & serve it up cold [like revenge]. It just doesn't taste the same.
I was a city girl ~ though until I was quite big I didn't see much of the city. We lived out in the Sticks, across the river from the Royal National Park in Sydney, without too many other houses about & a long steep drive that crossed the smallest of ferny rivulets tumbling down through the sandstone to the sea. Visitors baulked at the steepness of our drive. People like the Postie & the Milkman did not visit. We had a box at the top of the drive where things like the mail & the milk got delivered because there once was a day, dear people, when the milk got delivered to your door ~ or your box, as the case may be. We left our silver & our milk crate there each evening & in the morning someone hiked up the hill to collect it in time for breakfast but you had to be quick or you were forced to share & the magpies got all the cream.
What my children have missed out on in this day of plastic & convenience stores! The pint milk bottles were glass. Really truly glass ~ & completely recyclable. You returned your empties & the Milko took them away. In their place he left full ones. They came with a tin foil *lid* & half an inch of thick cream stoppering the neck. Ma liked the cream for her coffee. The rest of us coveted it for our porridge. However foil is not a hard plastic lid & the magpies were quick to figure out their beaks were harder than foil & they profited enormously by puncturing the foil with their beaks & helping themselves to our breakfast. Their innovation probably hastened the demise of the glass milk bottle, home deliveries & the Milko!
Are you old enough to remember what milk actually tastes like? Proper milk, straight from the cow? Unprocessed? The cream still floating about on top the way God designed it? Some days I think we've gone completely overboard on the whole hygiene thing. People were drinking & eating unprocessed stuff for centuries before they were aware of germs & things. Some of them died. Most didn't or we wouldn't be here. And there are risks with all this plastic. It starts breaking down almost immediately ~ straight into our milk & juice & bottled water. Goodness alone knows what it's doing to our insides! Do I even want to know? I don't want to own a cow. Have you ever tried milking one of these things? Hard on the wrists.
For a democracy a good many fundamental choices have been taken from us. Like what goes into our food & how it is delivered to us ~ all in the name of cconvenience. Convenience will be the death of us!