Let me introduce Valentine, the goat. Named so because she was born on Valentine’s Day a few years ago.
She’s not my goat.
But I rather like her. She belongs to a friend who is on a mini vacation, so I am milking her on and off over the next four days. I’m not a farm kid by nature, and I don’t typically go ga-ga over animals, but I find milking her by hand strangely satisfying. Of course, it helps that my “payment” for helping is to keep the milk.
And I’ve learned to make a tasty goat’s milk ricotta that my kids will eat (super yay!)
I’ve also got plans for her milk that fall under the crafty banner, but I’m going to leave that a mystery for the moment.
By the way, you might think I have a “thing” for goats with the Cashmere post a few days ago and now this oddball post. All I know is that I’ve liked all the goats I’ve ever met (except maybe those whack-a-doodle old goats who mutter and complain about new technology….get it? Old goats???). Maybe it’s time for bed.