How It Began.

It was a bit like the Bermuda Triangle, events intersecting in a dire way. Dire because there is not enough goat cheese in my life.

Alicia came up with this halfbaked idea of buying goats to make cheese and my husband said hey--why not buy milk to make cheese and see if you like that. He's so wise. So I agreed and did nothing. Alicia even sourced goats locally to purchase to start a farm. She scouted land. She offered her parents up as indentured servants. And still, I did nothing.

Then my friend Carrie facebooked a little ditty about how she eviscerated her refrigerator of all goat cheese provisions and then--oh so cavalierly--mentioned that she needed to acquire a goat of her own. I could not let a flippant comment like that go. Especially after seeing the price for goat in Arizona. I mean if a goat is going to be cheap, it's going to be cheap in Arizona. Arizona or New Mexico. Or Mexico. But I would have no patience for the minutemen, if I tried to make that trek. I am sure they have a beef with goats. No pun intended. But these Arizona goats were no bargain. So I said to her, "You know a goat has to pop out a billy before they'll produce milk?" And she replied that she'd have to get two or a very modern, able-to-fend-for-herself-in-the-social-scene goat. Which I of course thought was very witty. We started messaging and she joked some more about buying a goat, so I called her on it and propositioned her with a goat cheese making gauntlet, and she didn't flinch.

So my lukewarm proposition was accepted and, who am I kidding, yes I really do want to make cheese but mostly for reasons that are fodder for another post. Long story short, I roped Alicia back into the cheese wheel and here we are.