In my half awake status this morning, while looking at my newly made latte at the espresso stand, I started wondering how on earth someone ever thought of drinking cow's milk.
Maybe it started out during a night at the saloon. Farmer John lost a bet and had to suck on his cow's teat. To make the thought more bearable, he ate some peaches from the orchard first. And by golly, it was decadent. Peaches & cream.
Perhaps it was the result of trial and error and desperation. The well water had run dry, the drought had dried up the creek, and the dehydrated, crying babies were driving Farmer John and his friends nuts. So they lined up all of the liquid creating creatures they could find, sampled all they had to offer, and mutually decided that cow's milk was the best option.
Or maybe it was the herd's revenge. They were pissed. It was HOT, too many frickin' flies, Bessie was mooing too much and giving the others headaches, and Farmer John, after a late night at the saloon, slept through their morning feeding. So, to teach him a lesson and get away from Bessie, the other cows knocked in the door to Farmer John's cabin, found him passed out on some straw, and started "milking" themselves onto him. In his half dream state he thought it was warm rain, but given he slept with his mouth open, he started tasting this lovely, creamy liquid... and opened his eyes to find 5 cows straddling him. And viola... a new beverage was born.
Any other theories?
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