My sister-in-law used to keep horses, and we would ride together. She also kept a goat, as a ‘companion’ for the horses, to keep them calm.
When we would ride out, that goat would cry like crazy, because she couldn’t come with us - we could hear that goat crying for almost a mile. And when we came back, she’d walk along every step, as we walked the horses to cool them down. She was a lovely goat.
We’ve got lots of restaurants around here that serve Goat; but I can’t eat anything that’s been a friend of mine ;-)
However, we used to have a local restaurant that made the most fantastic Rum Buns, and I’ve gotta track down that recipe. But in the meantime, here’s something for you (I usually swap-out the Bourbon with Rum):
http://www.ezrapoundcake.com/archives/5395
-JT
“When we would ride out, that goat would cry like crazy, because she couldn’t come with us - we could hear that goat crying for almost a mile. And when we came back, she’d walk along every step, as we walked the horses to cool them down. She was a lovely goat”
I LOVE that story.
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