The Days of Milk
Whole Milk is the "Vintage Port" of the Dairy World.
I discovered this recently when I had the chance for the first time is what must be more than twenty years to drink a tall, very cold, foamy glass of whole milk.
Talk about taking something for granted when I was drinking it daily! Had I known 25 years ago that in a couple decades I’d no longer drink whole milk and instead I’d be eventually drinking stuff like "1 Percent Milk" or, worse yet, that "Lactaid" stuff or, even much worse, that shitty non-dairy milk substitute, I’d have felt shame on the spot.
I’d forgotten entirely the way real, whole milk hits your palate with that heavy, coating abundance. I’d forgotten how it’s transformed into a great drink when served ice cold. I’d forgotten what it feels like to drink a fat-laden beverage. It’s all very good!
My stash came from Strauss Family Creamery, a 67 year old organic dairy locate in the town of Marshall in Marin County. The milk came in heavy glass bottles. It chilled up nicely. Even pouring it you can see its substance. There’s nothing watery at all about this milk. It’s rich, thick, clearly south of cream in density, and white as a summer cloud.
I don’t drink Vintage Port often. But I do when I’m looking for a special treat; for a unique sensation of intense purity. That’s the purpose toward which I think I’ll be putting whole milk from now on. I do know how to serve Port at a gathering of friends. But I’m not sure how to serve ice cold whole milk. However, I’ve decided I"m going to find a way to incorporate whole milk into a dinner party menu as the drink accompaniment to one of the courses.
It will have to be a course that shines by virtue of its decadence. That’s what this experience was. Decadence. To anyone over 40 years of age that might seem weird: Whole milk being a decadent experience. But it’s a fact.