The friend who made waffles and soap with me the other day gave us a gallon of raw cow’s milk. Something we’ve never had before. Our consumption of it is a test of sorts, for at least A. and Jeff, who show milk allergies.
I have become a theoretical believer in the possibility that their allergies could be a reaction to pasteurized cow’s milk, which no longer contains all the God-given enzymes for its digestion.
Yesterday we took tastes of the raw milk. Wow! Was the milk ever good! Then I made ice cream from 6 cups of it (as much cream as I could), and using twenty-four dates as the sweetener. Out of this world. It was a little on the soft side when we ate it last night. Our leftovers tonight should be perfect. (We really love our coconut milk ice cream and have grown away from enjoying animal-milks, so this says alot.)
And on another note, I got brave and tried waffles with my little cast-iron waffle iron. Or, rather than exhibiting bravery, I should say I was inspired by the activities of Thursday. Each set of waffles took 6 minutes. Pretty long! But the kids loved them. I am considering purchasing two of these larger cast-iron waffle irons from Amazon.com. The reviews seem good; the only problem people have is sticking when the iron isn’t properly seasoned. Even though they’re designed for grill or gas burner, it seems people are using them on an electric range. I can use my little one on the electric range, so I think I would be able to use these, too.