My mom flipped through a newspaper ad while talking about who knows what. She looked at the milk section and says, "Ah, esta es la leche que compro Cesar."
So, of course I look. Cesar is my little brother. He's a hippie (like most of the readers here - I would imagine). He moved to the East Coast when he graduated high school. My cousin bought him a baseball cap that said "Brown Pride" with a little cholo on it - because he was going to "Brown University." I digress. Now the kids in law school and he's still a hippie.
I guess he bought some organic milk when he won't home and I laughed. My mom asked me what organic milk was. The best way I could figure out how to explain it was to tell her that it was like milk from the rancho. Is that right? Basically, I told her, the don't screw w/ the cows.
Then she told me how when she was growing up, the neighbor kid Silvano, would run up to the cows, grab a tit, and squirt milk into his mouth. That was his breakfast. I said, yup, I think that's organic milk.