This story by Vanya is excerpted from the Marilyn Idle Holiday Earth blog:
“….I came to Canada 1996 from former Yugoslavia, where enjoying dairy in any form was matter of the choice. At the open Public Markets one could by dairy products directly from the farmer who was manufacturing them. As well , milk and other products could be purchased at any grocery store, pasteurised or unpasteurised.
My family knew few favorite, trusting farmers. I enjoyed raw milk all my life, my parents would go directly to the village near Sarajevo, where we had a weekend house, and every Sunday I would drink milk, still warm, from my favorite cow called Belka, meaning White. She was friendly, happy, white cow with beautiful long eyelashes who was enjoying her meadow every day, choosing her own food and juicy grasses, and before the sunset she and few of her roommates would go back to their little stall to be milked. Continue reading