The Goat Meat Diaries- True Confessions

First of all, goat makes a mean pot of Chili. Everyone loved it. Small wonder. With all the beans, tomato sauce, and spices you could put squirrel in it and no one would know. (Stop panicking I'm not going to cook or eat any squirrel!)

Here is my confession: I won't eat the goat meat. Everyone else in the family likes it and eats it. But me, the woman who went on and on about it- won't touch it.

Why? I'm not sure. Venison and Elk don't freak me out and they taste similar. It is most likely because I associate goats with cute fuzzy pets. It is all in the mind my dears and my mind says goats are pets , not food.

Live and learn I suppose. Next time I get a bright idea I'll go shopping instead. *grin*

Ellen

Dante's Discovery

In a materialistic world, few things tickle me as much as a cheap, easy solution to a potentially expensive problem.

How much money would you say you spend on your skin? Take into account acne treatments, cleansers, toners, anti-wrinkle creams, etc.

So my daughter was looking on the internet and came up with this- Olive OIL. Just Olive Oil. Sounds weird doesn't it? It was hard not to laugh while watching her slather on the "EVOO". (thank you Rachel Ray)

But it worked. It really worked. Her oily teenage skin cleared up, softened and looked radiant.

Personally, I think it takes an adventurous spirit to cover blemishes with cooking oil. Why it works I'll never know. But how amazing is it to think you can have a lovely complexion while thumbing your nose at the $100-$500 a bottle products currently being offered?

As always, if in doubt, Google it and read the testimonies. It certainly can't hurt to try.

joy,
Ellen :)