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In a completely redeveloped, middle/ upper class, mallified part of Xiamen is the goat lady. She drives a motorized cart with two live goats in the back down from the northern part of the island into the prime shopping district of Ruijing a couple of times per week. Whenever she shows up, she attracts crowds who line up to buy her milk.
She doesn’t bring the goats with her just for the marketing effect. No, when someone orders some milk she gets it for them fresh. Very fresh. She takes her funnel and places it into a plastic bottle, walks around behind the goats, grabs a tit, and squeezes. The milk is then measured out, poured into a plastic bag, tied, and handed to the customer that ordered it.
Goat milk, China (Wade Shepard Vagabond Journey Travel)
The goat lady’s milk production operation couldn’t be more basic, it couldn’t be more grassroots. There is no pasteurization, no sterilization, no nothing: just raw milk from a raw udder. And this is what the people here like about it.
With the string of milk and other food quality scandals that have been rippling through China over the past five or so years, a large portion of the population has lost confidence in their food supply.
This is perhaps the polite way to put it.
The full reality is that people here are shit scared of the food that makes it to the shelves of their supermarkets, as they can never know what edible is going to be reclassified as a poison next.
Copyright © 2014 by Vagabond Journey Travel. This article was written by Wade Shepard and originally published at www.vagabondjourney.com
