Of the Different Modes of Acquiring the Non-Understanding of Things, or One Girl's Touching Journey Into Cynicism and Misanthropy
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Many of you who've known me for awhile are aware of my secret ambition to have a goat farm and spend my days producing goat cheese, goat yogurt, goat's milk soap and creams, and probably a petting zoo somewhere in there. For the kids (no pun intended).
For a long time one of my favorite refrigerator staples has been Redwood Hill Goat's Milk Yogurt. The stuff's pretty much as close to ambrosia as you can get, particularly their vanilla flavor sweetened with maple syrup. I always get sad when they run out in the early spring so the mommy goats can nurse the babies. It leaves a little hole in my heart which can only be filled by the thought of baby goats nursing. Ahhhh.
Get some! It's true the texture does change with the seasons and right now it has a truly delicious creamy quality that's worth exploring with your taste buds.
Crunching conundrums, blasting boredom, eliciting criticism, languishing while laughing, blaming poetry (and/or the lack of) for all of my choices, leaving it to the stars or the people better equipped to handle it, cackling at catastrophe and saying sayanora to sourpusses and sore losers