Sam and I finally drove out to Drake's Dairy. We'd been getting the yogurt at Rico's Locals, but I wanted to try making it myself from raw milk.
I was just tickled to find this little stand. It reminded me so much of a place we used to get milk growing up. You just walk in and help yourself to the cooler and place your money and a piece of paper telling what you bought, in a cash box.
It was heartwarming to engage in such a simple, trust-based transaction. And I love supporting this local farm. It's right in the middle of the city, not downtown, but definitely in a part of town that you'd still call a city. Driving down a four lane road you make a turn onto a little dirt road that's easy to miss. All of a sudden you're driving under arching trees and leaving a plume of dust behind you. The city feels miles away as you round the corner and see ramshackle sheds, frolicking goats and men in tall boots tossing hay.
Drake's slogan is "Where every goat has a name." And I believe it, look how friendly these goats are! They just seemed like the happiest, most loved critters.
Sam was in heaven and when these two goats started dancing around trying to eat the leaves off the tree he just dissolved into a fit of giggles.
We got a gallon of raw milk and a little container of yogurt with live enzymes so we can try making our own!
