Review: Raw Milk

I first heard about raw milk (or REAL milk as it’s sometimes called) through Ross Enamait and I’ve been trying to get my lips on it ever since. Apparently, the distribution of raw milk varies by state (because it’s so dangerous) and New York state law limits the sale of raw milk to the farm where it’s produced. I’ve never seen a dairy farm in NYC, but I still checked every farmer’s market in town without success.

Little did I know that my good friend precious Zach had been secretly drinking raw milk in his Connecticut hobbit hole for years. Raw milk is so readily available in CT that kids set up raw milk stands around the neighborhood every weekend. 25 cents for a little plastic cup. Well, after running the Komen 5k in June, Zach took me to a farmer’s market in New Haven and we bought two jugs of raw milk from Sankow’s Beaver Brook Farm.

I’d been searching and anticipating it for so long that I was sort of let down by the initial taste. It IS really tasty and creamy, but it wasn’t love at first sip like I was hoping. It’s better than any milk you can buy in the supermarket and I buy in to all of the health benefits, so I’m definitely a fan. The fact that I can only get it when I’m visiting Zach in Connecticut (or when he’s nice enough to bring me some) also makes it a rare treat, which only adds to the allure.