Sunday, December 11, 2011

about raw, unadulterated, untampered milk and nutrition

Milk was so nutritious 6000 years ago that those northern Europeans and east Africans lucky enough to get the genes to enable them to digest it had, according to the genetic evidence, 10 times more offspring than those who didn't have the genes. Now authorities state explicitly that there are no health benefits to drinking raw milk and that there are significant risks of bacterial infection. Doctors routinely tell people with chronic illnesses not to drink it. But the raw milk buffs aren't listening; they don't want to drink shop-bought milk, which has been separated and put back together for the desired fat/protein/calorie ratio, sieved to shrink the fat molecules so you don't have the inconvenience of needing to shake the bottle, and cooked to kill all the apparently deadly bacteria.

Those who want to drink milk the way it used to be wonder why it is illegal in a world where alcohol, cigarettes and white bread are available over the counter. So despite all the health warnings and assurances from authorities that raw milk has no more nutritional value than pasteurised milk, an underground network of milk lovers has quietly gone about procuring this contraband. And a handful of dairy farmers have started skirting the edges of the law to supply it to them.
Read here.


Anonymous said...

Don't know and not going to argue about the "nutritional" value but I state categorically from long experience that the taste of raw milk is far better than the shop bought tempered with stuff.

Simply no comparison. period!

Whether the health benefits outweigh the drawbacks?
I can't tell, but having grown up on raw milk and not remembering anyone being harmed by it, I'd say it's overstated.

Hhave the milk tested and if it's positive to any harmful bacteria, refuse to sell it.

I know I know doing it that way costs money!

Milk Lover

Merilyn said...

When young and living at North Ryde, that milk was all we had, straight from the cow, strained through a piece of fine material like a net, the cream was taken off and put into a jug, ah the flavour was good.

kae said...

My Mum's mum had a cousin, Aunty Thora, who lived at Booroowa, near Yass somewhere (been there a few times), it was a dairy farm.
I had lovely fresh milk from the cow as a littl kid, sqirted in my mouth from the udder, and warm from the bucket, too.
Aunty Thora made the best scones, jam and fresh cream I have ever eaten. I blame her for my Devonshire Tea addiction!