So a long time ago, in a house far away, we used to get milk delivered. It was a huge operation, and the fact that WE got milk delivered depended on my state assistance. Yup, poor big d and his low paying job. Well anyway, we used to get milk delivered every Monday morning. Ah glorious fresh milk. You wouldn't think so, but it really does taste better. Unfortunately, we moved, or got kicked off WIC, whichever came first. So we went back to the old store bought variety. And it really isn't that we like milk, the kids drink it almost daily, big d and I use it for cereal or cooking. We drink it because we are supposed too. Might as well get something that tastes a little better.
Last week I was up at my mom's house, and she had some milk that was delivered by a different local dairy. Jumping with joy, I called them right there, to see if they possibly delivered to my area. I left a message when no one answered.
A few days later, my mom called and asked if I had set up an account, or decided if I even wanted fresh delivered milk. "Duh?" I told her they had never called me back, so she gave me the number again, I called and set up my first delivery. And it came this morning!! Can I tell you how much more yummy fresh milk on your doorstep is? Not to mention cheese, whipping cream and butter? But the cool thing is when Harry said, "so, we have a milk man?"
Yes son, we do.
and he comes every Monday morning. And the price was right! We will be getting two half gallons for a little more than what you would pay for a whole gallon of milk in the store. BUT it is FRESH. It has no HORMONES, and it is from CACHE VALLEY.
So that is what I'm happy about today. Yup, my fresh milk in my fridge, and the promise that it is coming again next week, and the next week and on and on and so forth.