Yesterday Joan and I went to a farming workshop at a local farm. We each got to milk a goat, and it was easier than I thought it would be. We both caught on right away. The had two Alpines and an Oberhasli. There was also an African Pygmy kid that had been temporarily separated from it's mother. Of course I had to pick it up. It was adorable. We got to taste goat milk, something neither of us had gotten to do yet. Goat's milk cheese, yes, and even kefir, but not just straight up milk. It tasted fine, and we came home with a half gallon. Last night I made vanilla/cinnamon goat milk ice cream. Yum! This morning I'm having goat milk in my coffee and on my cereal. Bring on the goats! I'm ready!