I grew up in Petaluma, a quaint farm town in Northern California, an hour north of San Francisco. Its the type of place with Victorian houses, where a "downtown" consists of one main street, no malls and a mix of farmer and hippies. To this day, Petaluma is still where the majority of local dairy products come from and have an annual celebration called "The Butter and Egg Days Parade." They take their dairy seriously. And yes, I have milked a cow. But, did I mention I'm lactose intolerant?