One of the childhood dream I had was having milkman delivering fresh milk to my doorstep every morning. After reading so many Enid Blyton story books, one become very much enchanted to English things.
Her books often described what the children, elves and fairies eat and drink. So, when I was very young, I did pester my mother to buy fresh milk for me. We had some Indian farmer living nearby and hence, getting fresh milk wasn’t difficult.
But of course, our Malaysian cows are scrawny, under fed, poor things unlike those Frisian black and white cows.
Nevertheless, milkmen had been part of my childhood. Surprisingly, milkmen still exist until today. And they still deliver fresh milk, door to door.
This Indian uncle will deliver the milk in plastic bags every evening to the apartment units. I couldn’t resist taking this photo of his brass container. He went up to the apartment and I thought it was safe to steal a photo behind his back.
But, oh no, he ‘caught’ me instead. Probably, I may want to pay him back by ordering some fresh milk for my children. At my age, lactose intolerance will make me very sick. Anyway, the fresh milk is not very hygenic prepared so, make sure boil them well before consuming.
I do like drinking susu lembu segar with halia (fresh cow milk with ginger) at mamak stalls.