Hey, at least the nibble was on your ear lobe. My sister can tell you be awaken by a cat licking your armpit or eyelid up is not to be taken lightly. Hide the paper towels and get out the nail clipper for Sheba. Reserve Cat will get over it. Thanks for the chuckle.
They've been eating raw milk cheese in Europe for centuries. The cheese-making process involves heating the milk, so even if the milk is raw at the beginning, it is cooked at the end.
My girls and I grew up on raw milk; maybe we were just lucky. The funny thing is that our middle daughter is lactose intolerant, but *only* to pasteurized milk. She can drink raw milk by the bucket, but ice cream or pudding - both of which involve heating the milk - makes her ill. Weird kid.
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Isn't parenthood grand?
BTW, that lovely poster would be very political in Quebec where the fight over raw milk cheese rages on.
Hey, at least the nibble was on your ear lobe. My sister can tell you be awaken by a cat licking your armpit or eyelid up is not to be taken lightly. Hide the paper towels and get out the nail clipper for Sheba. Reserve Cat will get over it. Thanks for the chuckle.
I'm of two minds in re raw milk cheese. On the one hand I appreciate the tradition, on the other hand I'm mindful of listeriosis.
They've been eating raw milk cheese in Europe for centuries. The cheese-making process involves heating the milk, so even if the milk is raw at the beginning, it is cooked at the end.
My girls and I grew up on raw milk; maybe we were just lucky. The funny thing is that our middle daughter is lactose intolerant, but *only* to pasteurized milk. She can drink raw milk by the bucket, but ice cream or pudding - both of which involve heating the milk - makes her ill. Weird kid.
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