About 3 weeks ago at work, me and my co-workers got on the topic of drinking raw cow milk. I don’t know how exactly we got on that discussion but it ended with me being invited to a spot by a co-worker where we could consume some raw milk.
A couple of weeks later we were finally able to meet up on an early Sunday morning. We drove to a regular looking house in North Las Vegas. I mean, just from the front you wouldn’t be expecting it to house cows, goats, roosters, and chickens.
I parked my car across the street, and when we opened the wide swinging doors that leads to the backyard, that’s when it felt like I got transported into a 3rd world country. All the paths went from pavement to a soft dirt road. There was even a bull/cow horns stuck atop a wooden post with fresh blood dripping down the side. The air smelled exactly how a farm would smell. I loved every moment of it.
Towards the middle of the backyard there were a lot of shacks. In one of them there was a lady behind a counter, and in front of her were different flavored powders, and a tall bottle of clear hard alcohol. My co-worker gave her $8, and she gave us two cups. I scooped a lot of the chocolate powder, and poured about 3 shots worth in my cup, then it was onto the next shack where the cow was at.
There was already some people in front of us waiting for their cups to be filled and while watching the guy milk the cow I didn’t expect the milk to come out the udder so strong. I was also surprised that there wasn’t very many flies around. As soon as it was my turn, I handed the guy my cup, he filled it up, handed it back, and there I was looking at a nice warm thick creamy cup of chocolate milk infused with some hard alcohol.
The first cup and a half was from a cow, the second cup I got goat milk. I really couldn’t tell you the difference between the two milks because both times I added flavored powders to it but I can tell you both were really thicker than the store bought milk in the jugs. The only thing that kind of threw me off in the very beginning was that the milk was warm, I’ve always had cold milk so drinking it warm was kind of different.
I had 2 1/2 cups total and was hella buzzed before noon. It was hella delicious, and I’d do it again, hopefully some time very soon.