Monday, May 19th, 2008 | Author:

When I was a teenager, I used to go visit a friend at her family’s farm. Invariably, her mother would greet me with some chocolate jumble cookies and a pitcher of raw milk, with the cream floating on top. If you’ve never had raw milk, let me tell you that it’s quite close to my idea of heaven.

Even though demand is increasing, you might never again get a taste in NY. I just learned, from this well-written article at “Friends of Rural New York” that a war is raging between small farmers and New York’s Department of Agriculture and Markets.

Betcha can’t guess which side I’m on.

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