Forty years ago when we were living on our first little farmette, I sold quite a bit of my raw milk; the price was a dollar a gallon. I don't know if that was cheap or not, because I don't know how much milk cost in the store. These days you can get in trouble for selling raw milk unless you have a certified dairy, but in the sixties, although I'm pretty sure it was illegal, the long arm of the law didn't pursue the matter.
Wild onions (or garlic, I'm not sure which) grew plentifully in our pasture there, and it seems my cows developed a taste for it. The only problem was, the milk my cows produced smelled like onions. OK, not exactly like raw onions. More like onion breath smells on somebody who has recently eaten onions.
Smell, of course, is linked to taste. Ewww.
I experimented and found out that if I locked the cows in the lot for a few hours where they couldn't graze, the milk then tasted like it should.
I've never had the onion-breath-smelling milk on this property. But there has been a problem with "grassy" tasting milk, due to the fact that we are feeding the cows alfalfa. Alfalfa is a wonderful, protein-rich food for cows, but I like my milk to taste like MILK. I don't sell milk, and it's just us. We rarely drink a glass of milk: I make cheese and butter and cottage cheese, and the grassy taste doesn't come through on those. On days when we have cereal, I notice the off-taste, but it isn't that bad. Nothing like onion-breath-milk, let me tell you. I have no milk customers to worry about these days, so everything is fine.
I have only been milking Bonnie when I notice her udder is full and tight, since her calf hasn't been able to drink all the milk she produces. Just this week Crystal has started taking all her mom's milk, so I'm back to my old routine of putting the calf in the stall at night when I want milk, and milking Bonnie in the morning. Then I let the calf have her share and turn them loose until next time I run out of milk. There's no more alfalfa taste in the milk, since I don't let the cows have hay at night.
So much for that subject.
I'm so thankful for e-readers of all kinds. Until I got my basic Nook, I venture to say I wasn't reading three books a year. Once I got the hang of things and was able to check out library books from home and read them on the Nook, I rediscovered reading. These days, the Nook is unused because I read on the Ipad, although every once in awhile Cliff uses my old device to read some book I've recommended.
Somewhere in my web-surfing, I noticed Willie Nelson has written a book recently and went to Barnesandnoble.com to see if it would be worth spending my accumulated Swagbucks on (I won't pay over a buck or two for a book if I'm using actual money).
I always read the reviews on whatever book I am considering purchasing, and the reviews on this book were terrible. "Save your money," several people advised.
I heeded the advice. However, the website suggested I might like another book, one written by Waylon Jennings that had excellent feedback. It cost $12.99, though. I only have $10 worth of Swagbucks available. I don't spend real money on books very often. I checked the library; they didn't have it. Hmmm.
Two days later it hit me that since this book was written in 1985, there's a good chance of finding a used copy on half.com. SCORE! The price of the book was 75 cents, shipping was $3.99. It is going to seem strange to read a real book again.