I love goats. Not only are they cute as hell,
excel at weed control, and produce the most amazing milk, but they're damn tasty to boot. Goat is one of my favorite types of flesh, and it's leaner and lower in cholesterol than both lamb and beef. Yet, you hardly see goat on restaurant menus, meat counters, or butcher shops in this country, except for joints that serve or cater to certain ethnic groups, and that to me is a travesty.
I've been plotting a traditional barbacoa-style whole goat roast ever since I found out one of my neighbors owns a
Chinese pig box, but I thought it might be best to start small before I embarrass myself in front of my whole neighborhood. So, last weekend I drug the wife out to the University District farmers market and picked up a goat roast from
Toboton Creek Farns.
A random goat we met in Hawaii. Looks tasty, no?