the end of organic milk?

If corporate giant Monsanto has their way, there will soon be GMO alfalfa available. Hearing this, you might be thinking "but I don't eat alfalfa, so what's the fuss?" The fuss is that nearly every cow you have ever enjoyed a milk product from eats alfalfa. If GMO alfalfa hits the market, it will spell the end of organic cow milk as we know it. Let this sink in: organic milk from cows will not be around much longer. I say this because GMO corn is entrenched in our lives now and it makes it nearly impossible to guarantee that the organic corn you strive to find and eat will continue to be. Same for soybeans. Please, please, PLEASE take a moment to consider that your voice is important on this matter. Then follow this link (click on the word "link" or cut and paste the whole thing down below) and send a message to our brilliant government about how they should not allow GMO alfalfa to be authorized for use. Do it now. Or start counting the days until organic milk is no longer an option.......

Sorry for the political rant, but I love my organic milk products. And I hope you do too!

TAKE ACTION!
NOW!

http://action.fooddemocracynow.org/sign/kiss_your_organics_goodbye/?akid=286.217084.QR293V&rd=1&t=5

muffin memories

I went to the market the other day, armed with a full wallet of my doughy dollars. I hit some of my usual vendors and scored asparagus, carrots and some greens. Getting some eggs, the vendor reached in for a few and then gave me tangerines in exchange. Sweet! I thought about some carne, but Ted was nowhere to be found. Then, thinking of creamy items I decided to try my hand at trading for some yogurt. I made my pitch and was offered a most fair bargain. As I was stuffing my ceramic cups into my bag, making a mental note that I should trade for more yogurt in the future I heard something most delightful: "Would you like to try a sample of some of the milk we use for the yogurt?"
Hell yes!
Uh, I mean, sure, I'd love to try some. (Geez, I hope they like the muffins.)

After getting home, I took a closer look at the jar. It had a nice ring of fat around the top. A touch yellow and chunky, it spoke of no homogenization and light pasteurization. It was past the kid's bedtime, so unless I'm making hot cocoa, it is not likely I'll be getting into it tonight. One more look at the cream and I tore the top off, getting splashed as the hunks of cream cannonballed into my glass. I enjoyed a mighty glug. Suddenly, I'm five again. Racing my elder sister to the front door to get to the milk first so that I can eat the creamy plug with a spoon. All by myself. (And yes, I did used to get milk deliveries to my front door as a kid. Not that I'm that old, just that 30+ years ago, I lived in rural Sonoma County.)

This, is that milk. Or rather, represents what today's could be. Grass fed, local, served from glass. Only problem, this was a sample. Now, in theory, it could be, like, in the realm of possibility that this could maybe, like someday be an item at the market.............until then, I'll be baking up batch after batch of muffins, bringing them to market every week, hoping and praying for the possibility to trade for some more of this milk.