apparently in Vermont.
I’ve always had a soft spot for water buffalo. Mostly because my mother would tell us stories of her childhood in China. This when she would be frustrated with our inability to take responsibility for the care of the most rudimentary of pets…say a goldfish. “I can’t believe you can never remember to feed that goldfish of yours…when I was a kid I had to watch over the family’s water buffalo. Do you know I wouldn’t be here if anything had happened to that buffalo…”
When I grocery shop at Berkeley Bowl, I scan the shelves -quick and methodical- to see if anything new might have hit the market. This week I was excited to see something I hadn’t noticed before in the dairy case “Waterstock Water Buffalo” yogurt. I immediately pictured my mother as a young girl in the rice fields up to her ankles in water walking along side her water buffalo smacking it’s behind with a thin bamboo cane. With the snap of the cane, I decided to purchase some – Vanilla for P and Maple for moi.
Wow, now that is some dense kind of creamy goodness. No wonder as it has nearly twice the fat of cow’s milk as well as a tad more protein and calcium. Very tasty stuff. I may have to pick up some of the plain to use as a base for dips. With so many cucumbers coming out of the garden maybe a batch of the Greek cucumber dip Tzatziki is in order.
Of course with my next visit to Mom she’ll be getting a tub of her favorite flavor…maybe she will share some more childhood stories