55lbs of goat, fresh from the farmer.
He was still butchering when I arrived to pick it up. Grass-fed, locally produced, no GMO feed, no hormones… just nice, good goat. The farmer is a friend of mine (same guy who I wrote the “sheep in my corn” song about) and he called me last night to ask if I wanted to buy the whole goat.
I’ve put a few pounds in the crockpot with onions, black pepper and lots of curry. The rest went to the freezer. We’ll be eating good for a while.
When we first moved here it was hard to figure out where people buy their food. In town there’s a lot of expensive imported meat, including Tyson chicken, Nathan’s hot dogs, etc. There’s also a meat market, but that’s a bit of a drive from us and I don’t like to go that often. Now, though, I know more of the farmers and I can get most of what we need within a few miles of home. It’s one of those things you learn as you make relationships and get to know people. After two years, I’m starting to get it.