Sunday, May 4, 2014


A cowboy walks into a saloon: he’s tall, covered with dust; a gun is tied down low on his right hip.   He moves away from the door, into the shadow, stands for a minute and scans the tables. 

The bartender’s attention is drawn to the cowboy - and sensing an uncomfortable feeling that something is about to go bad-wrong, positions himself near the sawed off shotgun stowed near the cash box.

The cowboy’s spurs sing as he moves across the floor to the bar. 

For a moment the barkeep is held prisoner: captured by the steely, slate grey snake eyes that fix him from the shadow of the hat.   He can’t help but stare at the red scar that begins on the cowboy’s forehead, runs across the right eye and ends underneath the ear.   

Forcing his self-control the bartender asks, “Can I help you stranger.”

In a husky whisper that is little more than a growl the cowboy says, “Milk.”

I like milk.  I grew up drinking milk with meals.  I have milk on my cereal, and sometimes have a cold glass when I don’t want wine or beer.

During the eleven years spent in the Indian and Eskimo villages of the far north fresh milk wasn't available.   The milk of choice in the villages was Permalat. 

Permalat is not reconstituted – synthetic – with additives for ‘freshness’ or preservatives; it is real, honest to goodness milk that has been packed unprocessed, in soft, air proof containers that require no refrigeration until opened.  It will keep for months on the shelf with other non-perishables.

Permalat is ideal for people living in remote areas; people camping, hunting and fishing; people traveling in RV’s; or couples like my wife and I who want to keep milk on hand but don’t run to the store every couple of days.

I am a milk aficionado – and this is good milk.   It comes by the quart in 2% and whole; and both, to me, taste slightly richer than supermarket milk.  It could be that drinking it for many years I have developed a taste for it; but I don’t think so.  It is good milk.     

 the Ol'Buzzard


  1. That's how I buy milk here in France. In card board containers...I get 6 liters at a time and keep in down in the cave, unrefrigerated. That's really how milk is sold in most of Europe....unless you are buying fresh from a farmer. We buy cream in cardboard unrefrigerated containers as well. I remember when Parmalat first introduced in the States. When I was a kid in Detroit, we had the Milkman who delivered fresh bottles every day. You took the cream off the top of the milk on the bottles and put the bottles out for the milk man to pick up the next day. I really believe a lot of the problems caused by diet in the USA is by the myths of real food versus diet foods. Butter substitutes are not good for you. Real cream is a lot healthier than low fat. Whole milk is a lot better for you than this 2% stuff. People think that using "low fat" diet type products is a kind of magic gives them an excuse to eat more and give into the cravings that naturally occur when you eat crappy food.

  2. once there was a cowboy, come to town, to have himself a cooked meal....he enters the restaurant and the bell over the door, rings...he steps inside sees a large room with empty tables, where the menu's are covered with grease and flyspecks.Everything in the room is coated with multilayers of filth ...the cook standing behind the counter is sporting a greasy beard and grease splattered apron...the cowboy stands at the counter still taking in the filth and grime. he looks the cook in the eye, and says:give me a coconut and a hammer.

  3. the props go to H. Allen Smith..I stole it from him.

  4. I've wondered what the heck the Formula one adverts were about...seems sort of reduced to find out its milk...usually its watches, booze, oil or fizzy drinks.


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