Tell us about your first time

[Smithy]

Let's revive this topic about culinary growth and learning!

 

@Duvel's recent adventures in Austria, and specifically Tyrol (or Tirol, to him), reminds me of a "my first" treat. My best friend and I backpacked around Europe in the summer of 1980, and made friends with a woman about our age during a stay at a youth hostel. She invited us to her family's inn for a few days. Schlickeralm, well up into the Alps, was at that time of year a green and pastoral delight. I don't remember where-all Angelika took us during our stay; I don't even remember much about what we ate. Except breakfast.

 

They had their own cows, which produced their own milk and no doubt cheese. I had never had fresh, unpasteurized, unseparated milk before. What a revelation! I'm not usually a milk-drinker, but this stuff was delicious. Creamy. Warm. Flavorful. Wonderful on müsli. Wonderful on its own.

 

Whenever I think of fresh milk, I think of those green, green meadows, lovely mountains, and that rich sunshine and even richer milk.

 

What a happy memory. 🙂