We first noticed Shatto milk in area grocery stores because of its packaging -- chunky glass bottles evocative of an era that we never experienced, a time when milkmen made home deliveries and lactose-intolerant wasn't in anyone's vocabulary. Upon learning that the milk comes from a farm about 45 miles north of here in Osborn, Missouri, we brought a bottle home. And then became quickly addicted because Shatto isn't just run-of-the-mill, no-growth-hormones milk -- it tastes the way milk should taste. And the glass bottle isn't just nostalgic -- it keeps the milk extra cold. Where Shatto shines, though, is in its untraditional flavors. The chocolate pours out of the bottle in a slow, sultry stream and tastes like a melted candy bar. Root beer and orange are reminiscent of ice cream floats, and banana and strawberry hint at their fruity roots but also suggest homemade whipped cream.
