Like most love stories, this one begins when I was least looking for love.
I was at the Columbia Greenmarket last Sunday. I didn’t really need anything; it was just a nice spring day and I wanted to get out of the house. I picked up some apples and a butternut squash, probably the last I’ll eat of either until next fall.
I walked past Milk Thistle Farm‘s table twice, noting how nice it was to see a dairy that wasn’t Ronnybrook Farm. I’ve been unofficially boycotting Ronnybrook since last May, when some assclown working for them intimated I was purposely raising my child to be rude and I didn’t really take a shine to that.
So, merely because this guy was not Ronnybrook, I decided to buy a half-gallon.
I took it home, I poured a small glass… I fell in love.
It’s sweet and creamy. When I heat it up, the grassy smell really comes out (and I keep sticking my nose into the empty cup to revel in it). And I would swear, it bothers my lactose-sensitive stomach much less than regular milk.
I’m already planning to go back and get another half-gallon tomorrow.
Milk Thistle Farm
Fridays: Union Square
Sundays: The Columbia Market (114th & Broadway)