I once told a vegan friend that my ancestors had worked long and hard to develop lactose tolerance, and I would dishonor their names to reject such a gift. Fortunately, my vegan friend has a sense of humor and is very tolerant and forgiving.
I would never defend abusive factory farms, but my love for dairy products is deep, which is partly why I love, love, love the idea of a backyard cow. Some people are getting into this, bringing more farm animals into suburbs and cities. Maybe it’s a fad, maybe it’s a revolution, maybe it will save everyone’s lives when the shiz hits the fan. Whatever, I think it’s cool. I really want to read this book by Novella Carpenter about being a city farmer.
