Vancouver's local raw milk community cowshare is under attack by Fraser Health and the Milk Industry, please join us for a screening of Milk War to help cover expenses and support our freedom to choose what we eat.
Screening "Milk War" in Vancouver BC, February 6th 2011. A film about Organic dairy farmer Michael Schmidt's battle to legalize the sale of unpasteurized milk.
A vision for a world where raw milk isn't demonized and food freedom is the norm.
I am very sorry that I haven’t gotten around to posting this previously. I have been hoping to hear the judge, Justice N. Smith’s decision in favor of our x-agister Alice Jongerdon, but who knows when that is going to happen. In the meantime, I attended the trail of Fraser Health vs Alice Jongerdon on the 14th October, 2010. This was definitely a new experience for me, as I prefer to avoid institutions of every kind, but I will admit this was an important experience for me. The whole atmosphere is geared towards intimidating the guts right out of you! It was also great to see a range of ages represented in the attending members of the cow-share. There were even a few kids! One of the other cowshare members remarked to me that it is probably good experience for the kids, so they will learn not to fear the institutions. My worry would be that they would take them for granted as a necessary part of life–but I digress :)
October is in general a hectic month for us at Hella Delicious, being a time of harvesting as well as getting my handmade stores ready for the Christmas shopping season. Here in Canada, Thanksgiving comes in October and so I also spent a couple days cooking for that–so I have some nice recipes for grain-free (GAPS/SCD friendly) pies that I will be posting soon. As a matter of fact, while sorting my photos from the last year to make the Hella Delicious calendar for 2011, I realized, not only have I gotten way behind in posting recipes, but I have enough recipes and photos to put together into a cookbook, so I hope to have that ready by the end of the year (which is probably a little ambitious, so we will see if it happens by then). Thankfully, we did manage to get out on October 20th for a little forest bathing in some of Vancouver’s beautiful parks–I was starting to really go nuts from lack of interaction with nature!
Last night I had an amazing dream. It was about the current war between the small scale farming and the huge factory farm industry. In the dream it was clearly a war, with all the blood and gore, intrigue and propaganda we associate with Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan. I don’t think the dream really had a conclusion, but it pulled together much of what is going on with the fight for food rights these days. The conclusion to this war depends on us.
As many of you know, from my enraged tweets and posts over the last couple weeks, the province of British Columbia is currently trying to shut down our local cowshare. The Canadian champion of local raw milk, Michael Schmidt has stepped in and we had a town hall meeting a week ago, where I finally got to meet some of my cowshare family. One of my new family members made a comment on facebook that really hit home for me. It went something like this:
“We may be the last generation who has the ability to make a choice about our food freedoms.”
Deliciously crafted cheesecake made with home-made strained yogurt infused with herbs. Local biodynamic cherries top the cheesecake and the crust is grain-free!
After getting typhoid in Burma/Myanmar in 2006 we lived in the Catskills in New York where we were able to get raw goats milk right from the farm. My digestive system had been so damaged by the typhoid and a wicked New Zealand mold and I really needed the fresh raw milk to help to heal.
Any time I have to eat food from industrial dairies and factory farms, my digestive health gets worse resultin in me getting severe migraines with cyclical vomiting every ten days or so.
The following is an article is reposted from the website The Bovine.
Almost every summer, when I was a kid, I spent on the farm where my Grandmother was born, some kilometers outside Warsaw, Poland.
Coming from Long Island New York, it was like stepping back in a time machine. If you wanted to make a call you had to phone a central switchboard and they would connect you. Primitive, right? Endless fields of wheat, a swimming hole, barefoot kids, chickens in and out of the kitchen, homemade everything AND raw milk.
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