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Originally Posted by Addie
I love fresh milk right from the cow. There is a whole different taste from pasteurized milk. It only takes a couple of drops of raw cream for your coffee. Now they ultra pasteurize dairy products. That means it has been pasteurized twice instead of once. In this state, you can't buy raw milk or cream. City folks will never know what they are missing.
But you can get single pasteurized products if you own a restaurant. 
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You're right on target, Addie. That milk was absolutely De-licious! Rich, creamy thick goodness.
The drinking milk was poured off before taking the cream from the crock. Then the cream was skimmed and saved for butter making and cooking/coffee.
We had a manual butter churn. Us kids would stand around it and take turns with the churning. I didn't like that chore much either. It made my arms hurt. I was a tiny little skinny kid. Hardly enough meat on me to do hard work, but there are no slackers on a farm. You work or you starve.
We had one hired hand and he worked every minute. I never saw him standing still. He had a room in the barn and ate all meals with us. I liked him a lot. He had a million stories and would tell them to me while he worked. My Dad would yell at us sometimes and tell us to leave him alone so he could work in peace, but we knew he liked us to listen to his stories.
Before working for us, he was a cowboy out west somewhere in Texas. I must have heard a thousand cowboy stories.
