So, I'm scheduled to meet with Miss Charlie tomorrow to examine her herd and further explore the possibility of raising goats for meat purposes. I'll be sure to take pictures to share.
Why eat the poor things?
Well, why not? It's certainly not a new idea. People have been chewing on goat meat for thousands of years. If Moses and his Old Testament buds were drinking wine around a goat spit, there's no reason why we can't too. Do a quick google search. Globally, goat meat is still one of the most popular meats eaten. Point is, it ain't that far fetched to be thinking about eating a goat.
Also, since the beginning, I've had in the back of my head the nagging concern of how this whole thing would end. There are Christmas, Spring, and Summer Breaks to take into consideration. Until now, I assumed I'd procrastinate as long as possible then cross that bridge when it was absolutely necessary. Obviously, that game plan's not going to win any awards. This will allow for a predictable timeline on the entire project.
There is also the argument that if I'm really interested in the idea of incorporating goats into the landscape, I should have this experience under my belt. I'd love to someday work goats into my designs of larger sites. And to be able to do that would require some knowledge of the subject. This route would definitely be valuable down the road.
Not to get too off topic, but eating these goats will be the first time my friends and I will be so connected with the food we eat. I'm afraid if I put on my locavore hat, I won't be able to stop typing, but it needs to be said that the average piece of food on your plate tonight will have travelled somewhere around 1500 miles to get there. You have no idea where the potato in your fry was grown, and you'll never shake the hand of the farmer that raised the chicken in your sandwich. It's frightening just how disconnected we are from the food we eat. This experience should be eye-opening.
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