An extensive feature on maker’s cheese, and the politics of raw milk.
There’s a public romance taking place between Americans and their food these days, and sometimes it appears to be annoying the hell out of Kipp Valentine.
A college-educated former U.S. Naval Reserve officer who has been a farmer for 38 of his 53 years, Valentine calls himself a dinosaur. He’s civic-minded, professional, opinionated, and proud. First things first, he says as he tromps through the hay shed toward the milk room, this is a commercial dairy on Johns Island, not some feel-good hobby farm. He’s in the goat business to make money — enough money to send his four children to private school, he says — and he’s not going to apologize for that.
There’s a list of things that bug the blunt-spoken Valentine (“idiot youth,” lazy people of any stripe, complainers, “recreational farmers,” and so on), but his first concern this particular morning is whether Dirt will portray his product fairly in light of the fact that Valentine refuses to conform to popular stereotypes of how a trendy, local-first goat farmer is supposed to think and talk.
So enough, for the moment, about Valentine. What does his product say for itself?
For starters, the raw milk that his milking machines collect from 30 lactating does is so pure…
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