Meeting Goats!

Meeting Goats!

We took a drive up to New Durham in search of good things to eat. One farmer sold us some pastured pork chops and ground beef. We waved to the cows and pigs as we passed and played with the farm dogs. We missed the spring batch of whole pigs, but we hope to lock one up this November.

The farmer told me the local farmers' market didn't want her products there, since it was hosted by a butcher shop. We checked the market out, but didn't buy anything. Starter plants and homemade jams, mostly. Not our jam, today. We wanted meat. The butcher shop sold mostly pre-marinated cuts, some of which was shipped in from far away places. The lamb was from New Zealand.

"But I know a farm here in town that sells lamb," I said. And we went there, suddenly craving lamb.

The freezer today did not have much lamb, but there was plenty of goat. Goat is the big thing now. I heard on a podcast somewhere that goat was a predominant animal in parts of the North American continent, along with camel and all those buffalo and mastodons. But once they disappeared, we got deserts where there used to be grasslands. The woman in the farm store got excited and told me goat is the meat most consumed on the planet.

So we bought some goat sausage. And local honey, and homemade soda, and fudge, and duck eggs. Goat sausage and duck eggs make a mighty fine breakfast, if you haven't been so brave in a while.

We couldn't help but go out and meet the baby goats, who were more than happy to eat anything we shoved in their faces.

"Are you going to be sausage soon?" I asked them. Before long, they were back to mowing the field in search of things to bleat at or stand on.

 

Willey

Willey

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