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[...] While I still adore teaching, my primary focus is on getting the Dey’s Fresh Market up and running. My interests keep diversifying, so I’ve added a “projects” page in an effort to let folks know things like “I don’t MOO any more. I grow strawberries instead.” Although I’ve been known to mix the two. [...]
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My late grandmother was born in Harlem but spent most of her childhood and adolescence in Highbridge, the Bronx. Her father insisted on having a Holstein cow behind the house to ensure that his children had fresh milk daily and could be confident that it wasn’t contaminated. This was in the very late 1800′s and early 1900′s before pasteurization and refrigerated transport/storage became commonplace. She and her sister were mortified by the presence of the cow; the Bronx was not as urban as it is today but in that era their neighborhood was more or less an affluent suburb of Manhattan. It was thought to be more than a bit “country” to have a farm animal behind your house. Not one child in that family died of food related illnesses – I think my great grandfather was astute and had good instincts.