“Growing up, I’d walk across to the farm next door, carrying an empty gallon jug, and return home with the jug filed with fresh milk.”
Too bad for the both of us that it’s not 1960 anymore. There were three small dairy farmers in less than a mile of us that had milk picked up daily by a local dairy processing plant. One of the farmers also sold raw milk to those who picked it up at his place. I only consume milk products in cooking these days so I’m not contributing to solving the problem.