I, too, drank raw milk for the first twelve years of my life - didn’t realize it came any other way. It always tasted funny in the spring when the cows had been eating some kind of weed or another. We had four cows, one of them a Jersey who gave about half cream. Before school one was mine to milk, then run milk through separator and then wash everything up - all before going to school. Sunday dinner always included home churned ice cream - half raw milk and half raw cream mixed with right-out-of-the chicken fresh eggs, lots of sugar and pure vanilla. None of it was cooked. Mom also made homemade cottage cheese. Never will forget the smell - still makes me gag to think about it. But none of this must have been too bad as I’m still around many, many years later.
Home made cottage cheese is much tastier than the saw dust in the stores