We were lucky to spend the past weekend on the bucolic eastern shore of Maryland, where we got our fill of fresh green beans and beets and lettuces and blackberries from the garden. But the bigger adventure was buying a huge glass jar of fresh goat milk at Frank's farm on the way home. Frank is actually a full-time roofer, but (this being bucolic) it just happens that he also keeps a whole stable of horses and goats, chickens and rabbits. We made our goat milk into yogurt, which turned out to be very rich and tangy. Topped with cherries, plums and honey, a perfect breakfast. We'll definitely stop at Frank's again!
We are a Manhattan family of five trying to zero out the packaging and plastic of all sorts that we bring into our city lives. If it can't be recycled or composted, don't bring it home!
We were lucky to spend the past weekend on the bucolic eastern shore of Maryland, where we got our fill of fresh green beans and beets and lettuces and blackberries from the garden. But the bigger adventure was buying a huge glass jar of fresh goat milk at Frank's farm on the way home. Frank is actually a full-time roofer, but (this being bucolic) it just happens that he also keeps a whole stable of horses and goats, chickens and rabbits. We made our goat milk into yogurt, which turned out to be very rich and tangy. Topped with cherries, plums and honey, a perfect breakfast. We'll definitely stop at Frank's again!
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