I touched a cow for the first time when I was twenty-three years old. It’s a moment I’ll never forget. Chris decided to go to Southern Illinois University for his undergraduate degree. Little did we know, SIU has a strong agriculture footing. Upon his acceptance, we were invited down there for a weekend orientation. One of the stops on that tour was at their agriculture facilities. The air reeked. I mean stunk. I’ve never smelled that before.
I’m a city girl thorough and through. When people ask me where I’m from, I say Chicago. The ones that have actually visited Chicago say, where in Chicago? I say CHICAGO CHICAGO. My birth certificate says Cook county. I’m from the city. My closest exposure to farm animals were the Lincoln Park Zoo, and public transportation. When I met Chris I was working downtown in the Loop at an architecture firm. I took a bus and the train to work. I ate lunches in nice restaurants. I was one step from selling my car. That’s the sign of a true city dweller. No car.
I had never seen a cow, or a pig, or a goat. In my head, a cow was a little Saran wrapped hunk of meat atop a Styrofoam tray. It was much like my impression of chocolate chip cookies. I wasn’t aware there were flour and eggs and butter in them. I thought they came in a fat sausage like package to be sliced and baked. I was clueless.
So there I was smelling the stench of what I now believe were pigs. Wading through muddy fields in my Doc Martins to go see some cows. Cows? As we got closer to the stalls where they were, I remember being totally humbled by the size of them. They were almost taller than I was. Soon I found myself standing face to face with a very large, very black cow. I stood there wondering what that animal was thinking while it was looking at me. I could feel her breath on my face. I could feel her warmth on my skin as I reached up to pet her. I was in awe of this magnificent creation. The cow.
I spent time looking into her eyes and I was totally moved. I’m not sure what it was. Possibly the realization that I had dominion over her. That daily, I ate her, and drank from her and wore her. That warm, intelligent, magnificent creature. I couldn’t eat meat for three months. Chris thought I was losing it. I was so affected by that simple brief encounter.
Today, just a few minutes ago, the fence that will be holding our cows was completed. Two of the cows are pregnant which means in a few months, we will add raw milk, butter, cheese and eventually beef to our homestead production line. I’m overwhelmed with excitement and equally horrified.
These experiences have given me so much respect and appreciation to animals big and small. To actually know the animal’s name that fed your children that day. That’s nearly unheard of in our world. When you drink from a gallon of milk, you are literally drinking from hundreds of different cows at the same time. Not that there’s anything wrong there, it’s just not how I want to live anymore.
We are trying to get back to simple. I want to live a very simple, deliberate kind of life. I had the opportunity to learn how to milk last night. Watching that hot milk squirt from an animal into a pail was one of the most awesome experiences of my life. That last statement is living proof of how far removed I’ve been from my food. I simply had no idea. We are changing that.