We made arrangements to go see Sherry’s farm to pick up our first share of fresh, raw goat’s milk. Roughly twelve minutes of driving and we were there. I had no idea that we were so close to the farms in this area. Goats frolicked here and there as her livestock dog barked. Our new goat girl’s granddaughter skipped among the Alpines and La Manchas. Piglets ran around in an enclosure in the back. Chickens and ducks freely marched about. Their wild vegetable garden looked prolific and baby goats looked for someone to give them a bottle. We went home with two and a half gallons of delicious, frothy milk after lots of goat hugs.
It has been two and a half years since I have made cheese. I used to turn our own goat’s milk into a rich Gouda, sharp cheddar, creamy chevre, and many other wheels of wonderful cheese. I was surprised how quickly it all came back to me as I slowly stirred the curds. A two pound wheel of cheddar is drying on the counter.
We may not be able to have goats in the city but we can certainly help out another Farmgirl and get all the cheese we want in the process!
Here are a few links to my blog posts about making cheese;
Thanks for reading and helping me keep this blog alive and thriving. Happy Autumn!
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LOL… You must have thought that you were in heaven. All those goats to pet and talk with.
Oh yea, it was fun. Their set up is not unlike ours was in Kiowa. We were a little sentimental!
Wow, so clever! I showed Nick the photo of you with the goat and all he could say was ‘wow, they’ve got an RV at that farm I wonder what sort it is’ I had to enlarge the picture of the RV! Men! And as your previous commenter said you literally must be in seventh heaven!
We were so focused on the goats we didn’t notice! It was nice.