Ok so the chips, they ain't so slow but the rest of it is...right down to the raw milk.
I know. I wish they would call it something else. Raw. It seems to suggest wiggly and mooing. Still, once you get past that...yum.
I try not to think of the years of "milk" I consumed prior to finding raw and instead love to joke about my speakeasy milk. Brian has even inquired "can you really get arrested for buying that?" No. But everybody between me and the cow could, for selling it. So I try to speak easily and not shake my head at the hypocrisy.
In southern Minnesota here, we're surrounded by starving dairy farmers and every single one of them is bound, by law, not to sell me the real stuff. But are whole heartedly endorsed to strip it of every last vitamin and nutrient, cook it a little bit and then add powdered milk back into it so that it's palatable. Got milk? No, not even close.
Yet I still get crinkled noses if I say raw milk. But I'm ok with that.
Cheers *wipes off milk moustache*