Oldest one of ten . all of us grew up on raw milk, churned our own butter, ate breakfast cereal with real cream and made real ice cream in the summers. Strangely none of us died from it.
We did all of that... I have very fond memories of those days.
I remember when I was a little guy, I would occasionally walk into the garden with a salt shaker and eat carrots, radishes and lettuce right out of the garden. Heck, I was a kid, so I didn’t even bother to rinse the stuff off. LOL
I remember when pork chops actually tasted like pork chops.
I long for those wonderful days gone by. Dreams of adventure, imagination becoming reality, pinecone fights, building forts in the woods... toast with homemade butter....... and a cold glass of raw milk.