Comments on: Milk http://www.marlyse.com/2004/06/06/milk/ me, myself and my life Sat, 22 Nov 2008 01:50:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: David http://www.marlyse.com/2004/06/06/milk/#comment-23 Mon, 28 Jun 2004 14:04:35 +0000 http://www.marlyse.com/2004/06/06/milk/#comment-23 Its been so good to read about the milk story, that this time I could not resist to leave my comment here in your blog. I can fully understand your feel about the bad milk, because the same happens to me. One of my strong recalls from being a small child (less than 3 or 4 years old) includes the "Milkers", or "Milk Shops". I do not know if this exists/existed in other countries, but here in Catalunya we had them. Now, unfortunately, all the "milk shops" ("Lleteries") are vanished. The goverment, at one point in time, using as a flag the healthy issues prohibited this kind of shop, dating from several centuries ago. The truth is that the goverment just agreed something with the biggest bottled or canned milk companies..plain and simple, and the shops dissapeared. So, anyway, in these milk shops, the milk arrived daily directly from the nearest cow farms, boiled inside the shop and sold to people. The shops closed before noon, because no more milk was there to be sold, and open the next day, early morning to receive the next reload of fresh milk! We even had a special recipient for just the milk. Wah!! Good milk is one of the "tastes of infantry" for me :-). All the usual milk that one can buy nowadays is just water + white shit (LOL.-sorry for the word my lady :-) ). I remember being to the milk shop with my grandmother, carrying out my small metal milk-recipient, and she carrying the big one for the family (mine was more like a toy, but real anyway). Just a few streets before the milk shop one could smell the flavour of the boiling milk...yuuummmmmmmm... After the milk shops dissapeared, I never tasted a milk like that until may be 10 years ago or so, when my parents got a stone house in the mountains, near the pyrenees. Our neighbour has a cow farm with endless grass fields!! hey! and he IS a kind man!! So, every time I go there, I love to wake up early (around 4,30 or 5 in the morning) and knock his door. He's always glad to receive me, to let me get 5 or 6 milk liters directly from the cows while he smokes his pipe and stares funny at me (the city guy), and then arrange in a cool coversation until 7 or 8...then I get back home with my metal bucket full of milk, boil it, experience that flavour again, remember about my grandma, and of course, enjoy the good milk again!! Well, that's my small contribution to our milk taste. I hope that you like my recalls...your blog surely transported me again to infantry without drinking milk :-) cheers David Its been so good to read about the milk story, that this time I could not resist to leave my comment here in your blog. I can fully understand your feel about the bad milk, because the same happens to me. One of my strong recalls from being a small child (less than 3 or 4 years old) includes the “Milkers”, or “Milk Shops”. I do not know if this exists/existed in other countries, but here in Catalunya we had them. Now, unfortunately, all the “milk shops” (”Lleteries”) are vanished. The goverment, at one point in time, using as a flag the healthy issues prohibited this kind of shop, dating from several centuries ago. The truth is that the goverment just agreed something with the biggest bottled or canned milk companies..plain and simple, and the shops dissapeared. So, anyway, in these milk shops, the milk arrived daily directly from the nearest cow farms, boiled inside the shop and sold to people. The shops closed before noon, because no more milk was there to be sold, and open the next day, early morning to receive the next reload of fresh milk! We even had a special recipient for just the milk. Wah!! Good milk is one of the “tastes of infantry” for me :-). All the usual milk that one can buy nowadays is just water + white shit (LOL.-sorry for the word my lady :-) ). I remember being to the milk shop with my grandmother, carrying out my small metal milk-recipient, and she carrying the big one for the family (mine was more like a toy, but real anyway). Just a few streets before the milk shop one could smell the flavour of the boiling milk…yuuummmmmmmm…

After the milk shops dissapeared, I never tasted a milk like that until may be 10 years ago or so, when my parents got a stone house in the mountains, near the pyrenees. Our neighbour has a cow farm with endless grass fields!! hey! and he IS a kind man!! So, every time I go there, I love to wake up early (around 4,30 or 5 in the morning) and knock his door. He’s always glad to receive me, to let me get 5 or 6 milk liters directly from the cows while he smokes his pipe and stares funny at me (the city guy), and then arrange in a cool coversation until 7 or 8…then I get back home with my metal bucket full of milk, boil it, experience that flavour again, remember about my grandma, and of course, enjoy the good milk again!!

Well, that’s my small contribution to our milk taste. I hope that you like my recalls…your blog surely transported me again to infantry without drinking milk :-)

cheers
David

]]> by: marlyse http://www.marlyse.com/2004/06/06/milk/#comment-43 Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://www.marlyse.com/2004/06/06/milk/#comment-43 Great memories, great stories. Thanks David from Catalunya for your comment! Great memories, great stories. Thanks David from Catalunya for your comment!

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