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oregon | I have no idea, but here is my story: I remember the milk box and the milkman dropping milk off on our front porch. Then the switch to plastic gallon containers at our milk box. I do remember the plastic containers had on off-taste for quite a while before they figured that one out.
As far as raw milk, my only experience is when my friend a half mile down the road and I decided to have a picnic. We were 6. His mom came in with a bucket of freshly milked milk. We strained it thru a clean, white T-shirt and put it into a container. Then we bicycled back to my house and got cereal and bowls and climbed onto some stacked wooden pallets where we could eat and survey our domain. I was used to cold, refrigerated milk and that warm milk was awful, awful. It's one of those memories that last forever. | |
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