This past week I had the privilege of venturing to California to learn more about what it takes to bring milk from the farm to my kitchen table. I met a handful of men and women that work tirelessly day in and day out to provide a wholesome delicious product and learned about the love and passion that goes into each and every gallon we buy. I witnessed a baby calf being born, saw 52 cows being milked all at once, observed a multitude of milk jugs spinning through the creamery’s production line and tasted the most A.mazing frozen yogurt, cheeses, and creams. I stayed at a breathtakingly beautiful Inn steeped in history and grandeur, and experienced meals that would rival even the finest five star restaurant. Best of all, I met new friends. Generous, beautiful people who welcomed me into their state, shared their knowledge, answered my questions (even the dumb ones, not that there’s any such thing of course) and treated me like I was one of their own. It was an experience I won’t soon forget.
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