A friend called before breakfast. I was already up and out of the house. Said my cousin to the friend, “She’s out milking a goat.”
Ha! Bet ya’ weren’t expecting that one! Neither was I. It certainly wasn’t on my project list. Wasn’t even on my mental horizon.
But when a friend says “The kids and I are going up to The Berryhill Farm to milk a goat, then going back home to make some goat cheese. Wanna come?” how can I not enthusiastically answer “Of course!”?
So, it’s true. I milked a goat. So did my kid. And my friend. And her kids.
And then we took our 1/2 gallon of fresh goat’s milk and made goat cheese, seasoned with garlic and dill. A yummy adventure.
Makes me wonder -- what other kooky ideas are out there, not yet on my radar screen?