I tell you, the only thing that I really *love* about living out here on the east coast is all the family farms. I love supporting them. I love what they represent. I love the traditions. I love eating local. I *love* the fresh food.
I may have told you about White Egret Farm outside of Austin? Steve and I would go out there and buy goat milk and cabrito. They had it in a fridge/freezer out on the side of the highway at the end of their drive (the drive being about a mile and half long.)
It was the honor system...you just put the cash in a metal lockbox attached to the fence by the gate.
It was cool.