Sunday, February 5, 2012
One day...many years ago
One day I thought my parents had relented when I came home from school and found two goats tethered in the yard. Having spent time on my grandpa's farm in Australia in my very early years, I firmly believed anything furry/hairy/fuzzy and four legged could be a pet. I quickly named them Jimmy and Monty although they really didn't seem to appreciate any attempts to befriend them. A few weeks later, I found out their real purpose in our yard. One goat (Jimmy) was stolen not long after but the other goat wound up on our dinner table. And I'll have to say, I have never eaten goat curry since.