Showing posts with label goat meat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goat meat. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Goat Meat Diaries: "Reality Bites"

Welcome to The Goat Meat Diaries Part 2. In this segment fantasy meets reality. They clash. Reality wins.

When I arrived at the butchers to pickup our meat, I was asked to pay twice the amount quoted to me. Shocked, I asked why. The I was told about some 'charges' that the butcher claimed he was sure he told me in advance. Trust me, he didn't.

Stunned into compliance, I mutely handed over my last $85, took my box and went home.

I'm sure your wondering what $85 of goat meat looks like. VERY LITTLE. I could have bought 3x the amount of meat at the grocery store for the same price.

Thus, I am obliged to think of these little butcher-wrapped packages as a specialty item. After all, the price per pound was phenomenal.

Is it good? Yes! What does it taste like? A lot like venison.

I learned a valuable lessons from this experience:

1. Don't just take their word for it, get your quote in writing

2. If your female, take your husband with you to pick it up.

3. If they try to charge you too much, just tell them to keep it and walk
away.

In short, do the opposite of what I did. :)

no harm done,

Ellen