Well, if those just happen to be some of my favorite words in the English language when strung together in an as-long-as-it-doesn’t-involve-me-bungee-jumping-or-in-a-hot-air-balloon conditional question. [And if they hadn't gotten me, the words "goat's milk gelato" would have.]
goat parmesan will do in a pinch.
DO try this at home?–and discovering my new favorite bread *–
*That’s what happens when you don’t come to the Market, Butter Boy…
i cannot even tell you how good it is.–we set off on a quest to find
goat dairy and farmBut first, lunch. I knew we had to pass by Greenwood Grocery on the way to the goat farm and dairy , and apparently great minds think alike, because as soon as I mentioned that I’d never been there, Lindsey said she’d been thinking it would be a great place to grab a bite.
close-up on the eggplant caponata + hummus sandwich we split (on buttery focaccia)Also, there was the unexpected bonus of a tractorout front.
And then you find a tractor, you have to pretend to ride it. (Obviously.)
(Not too) full of sandwich and salad, we made like MJ and Diana in The Wiz and moved on down the road.
this asian tofu salad needs to be recreated. soon. and yes, that's jicama.
there was one standing on the grill when we got there. it was awesome.Oh, and goat’s milk gelato. We couldn’t leave without that.
not as tangy as i would think, but that has something to do with the type of goats they areGelato in the morning. Gelato in the evening. Gelato at supper time. When there’s goat’s milk and kombucha gelato in existence… We should eat gelato ALL the time.