Skip to comments.Elkhart County sheriff intervenes against feds in raw milk case
Posted on 12/21/2011 10:53:05 AM PST by bkopto
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My friend, I will ALWAYS be able to feed my family. One way, or another.
They play their games...and we’ll play ours.
once it’s heated it’s no longer cider, just apple juice.
NYS forced pastuerization because of e-coli found in the cider. One of the mysteries of life is how does shi* get on the apples while still on the tree. My hypothesis is the hired “migrant” help doesn’t wash their hands.
"We" aren't doing it. There's a particular mindset that makes some people think they're smarter than everyone else, and need to tell them what do do for their own good.
These people gravitate toward federal bureaucracies, where they can exercise that tendency, and Congress has turned control of virtually every aspect of our lives over to them, via the "substantial effects" doctrine of the Commerce Clause that started with Wickard v Filburn.
They've proven time and time again they cannot be trusted to exercise that power within the boundaries of common sense. It's time we took it back - the original intent of the Commerce Clause never granted them that power to start with. We let them have it as a matter of convenience, and that was a really bad idea.
My parents always bought the "Certified Milk" - which was the unpasteurized stuff. They delivered to your door in the glass quart bottles with the tinfoil caps.
A side benefit to all of this was that my daughter was very interested in my experience milking cows -- I also worked on a dairy farm in Vermont one summer in high school, and I had described the whole thing to her. She is a biologist, and when she was in college she went on a field study project to Costa Rica. One of the things they did was go around and interview local farmers. She was one of the few students who spoke Spanish fluently enough to do the interviews. A local dairy farmer thought he had given the dumb American kids a poser when he invited them to milk one of the cows. He laughed at a bunch of them, but then my daughter hitched up the milking stool and set to work just based on my description of "how to milk a cow". And lo and behold she made the pail ring. The farmer was very impressed and called her a real country girl . . . she thanked him and kept her own counsel.
All I know, is when I got my goats, it cleared up on me and my wife. Many years later, hers is coming back. Need to move so I can get goats again.
‘___guess you go for steak tartar_____.’
Strangely - never had steak tartar.
But I remember as a kid pinching off tiny bits of raw chopped meat before my mom cooked whatever it was!
Still do this - with a pinch of salt.
And I do eat rare steak - - -
Oh, that’s right - our milk was called Certified Raw Milk.
Don’t you love it when there’s a sort of talented ringer in the crowd? In a good way.
Good for your daughter.
We have grandsons 21 and 23, living in CO, who have gone to Costa Rica a few times. But their interest is snakes and reptiles - *shiver!*
But she isn't at all afraid of all those weird snakes and lizards and things -- and they seem to be fond of her (to the extent that cold-blooded things can demonstrate fondness).
She had a truly crazy herpetology professor who used to bring snakes into class and let them loose on the floor. Seemed like a nice guy when I met him, but . . . . !!!!!