I bought raw milk from a local farm. The owners invited me to try a sample before purchasing it, so I poured some into a paper cup and drank. Well... you know those commercials where someone bites into something and they are "transported" to another location? That's what happened to me. I tasted that raw milk and instantly felt transported to the kitchen table in Idaho where I sat as a youngster drinking cow's milk ladled from a huge gallon glass jar. I pictured my mom ladling the cream off the top before dipping the milk out to fill my glass; then placing a sheet of wax paper over the opening of the huge jar before screwing on the lid.
The raw milk I purchased today came in a plastic jug, but in my heart the milk resides in a large glass jar, and I long to sit at a chrome table with formica top.