Posh: elegant, fashionable, expensive, attractive, high social status, popular. (Merriam Webster) Our dairy store is fortunate because we host people from all “walks of life”. As a result, we have a great opportunity to learn about life or perhaps get a small glimpse into their perspectives; what they hold as valuable. One day this week, we had a first time customer to the store who had recently moved to the area and was thrilled that he had found a local place to buy real milk, butter, kefir, yogurt, grass-fed meats and much more. As he was leaving, this was his comment, “when I was growing-up in Europe this is just how we lived and ate and now it is considered posh”. For several days I have thought about this term “posh” for it is a word you rarely hear or read these days and now it is a word associated with the ability to have real milk and real food in your home. I, like he, and many of you grew-up similarly, where we drank fresh milk from the cow, ate foods from our gardens and our meats were raised on our land or men hunted for their family’s food. Did any of you think that we were living the “posh” life then? I venture to guess not. However, when I reflect on my life growing-up on the farm, as I often do, it was truly a privileged lifestyle. Not because we had “things” accumulated that most associate with wealth but we had “things” that money could not buy. Last night’s dinner on the farm: Mike brought venison that he had processed last year, I gathered a variety of vegetables from the freezer that we had harvested this summer and Trenton placed all of those on the grill over mesquite wood that Uncle Dan delivered to me as a birthday gift. Mike, Bruce and I started a bon fire in the pasture. And I thought, as I watched the flames, this is the “posh” life. There are places where this lifestyle is not available. People who live in restricted areas cannot simply walk out in their backyards and light a rather large fire and they cannot raise or gather their own foods. We ate our gathered and harvested foods while listening to the symphonic sounds of the fire crackling, laughter of loved ones and the cows lowing. We are lucky people! Blessings, Ris~ Post Script: Pictured is my Uncle Dan with his truck load of Mesquite wood, as my birthday present and the second one is my Granny’s milk pitcher, cream pitcher and buttermilk pitcher that I gratefully use everyday and reflect on what a “posh” life we had and are living still. My Granny stated it best about our farm life, “it is a place where we live life in full rich color”. Post-Post Script: I am making “Mom’s Cheese” this morning, there will be whey and Country Custard on the shelf in addition to the Guernsey Gold milk, all contributing to your “posh” lifestyle!
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 12:24:55 +0000
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