May 07, 2009

Long Days

I'm exhausted.

Long day.

Oh and thanks to my loyal reader, George, I now know where I can buy goat locally. I'm looking for goat recipes.

I'll keep y'all posted... I'm all about life experiences and if goat is the most eaten meat in the world, then I need to see what I've been missing.

And to think I just thought they were... pets. My grandaddy had a bunch of goats in the backyard. I swear he never ate goat. He just fed them.

I actually think, his goats served no purpose other than to be fed and watered and... to entertain the grandkids. TGOO will set me straight if I'm wrong.

This school year needs to end... yesterday. If I get called to the principal's office one more time, I'm going to stroke.

Posted by Boudicca at May 7, 2009 10:06 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Dad's house sat on four acres, about half of it uncleared woods. He kept goats to keep the underbrush under control. They also kept the snakes and varmints out. They'd roam through those woods and eat everything they could get their mouths on.

Posted by: Angus of Glenco at May 8, 2009 07:31 AM

I remember a great caramel sauce made from goat's milk we ate near the Mexican border at a friend's ranch.

Posted by: Joyce at May 8, 2009 08:20 AM

I loved those goats. I couldn't wait to go with Grandaddy to feed them. Good memories.

Posted by: Morrigan at May 8, 2009 08:59 AM

"I swear he never ate goat. He just fed them."

How did grandma's meat loaf taste? MmmBaaaaaaaa!

Posted by: Jerry in Indiana at May 8, 2009 10:11 AM

From what I hear Goats milk is suppose to be pretty good, so alot of people who have goats don't necessarily have them to eat but to get milk from.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at May 8, 2009 10:49 AM

If he lived in the South he could have used the goats to control kudzu. Goats and sheep do the best job of that.

Posted by: Denny at May 8, 2009 01:40 PM

It was the South, Denny, just outside Birmingham. The kudzu hadn't made it that far. His woods were full of poison oak, ivy, lichen and snakes. My grand dad, who was the previous owner of the home site, drank goats milk for his health. I couldn't get past the terrible smell. He used to make ice cream every Sunday. We'd stuff ourselves with it. One Sunday he made it from goats milk. It smelled and tasted like his goats. I never enjoyed his ice cream after that.

Posted by: Angus of Glenco at May 8, 2009 03:01 PM

In this part of the South folks'll sometime bar-b-que a goat on the holiday (4th of July) to add some varity to the BBQ pork and chicken. It's not bad really. It'll keep life in but I wouldn't consider it as a staple unless I had too.
Goats and cows are alike. The quality of the milk depends a lot on the diet. The milk from a goat fed on alfalfa or clover is pretty good. Goat's that have been feedin' on bitter weed, milkweed and such, the milk'll gag a turkey vulture....

Posted by: Tbird at May 8, 2009 05:39 PM

Somehow "goat on the grill" doesn't stir up any hunger within me.

Posted by: JihadGene at May 9, 2009 12:21 PM

Goat on the barbie?? Nope - that doesn't work either. Good luck!

Posted by: Richmond at May 9, 2009 02:40 PM