Goat gotten – Front Porch: Independent Weekly
Goats and I share a complex history. I wrote about it for Indy’s Front Porch last week. Every Greek Easter, I’ve relished in the crispy skin peeled straight from a roasted goat’s flesh. Until, that is, I witnessed the birth of a baby goat on a farming stint in Portugal. My indulgent, borderline barbaric behavior at Easter has forever been changed. (Ironically, and perhaps purposefully, I managed to eat beef shank this year.)
Read the full column, Goat gotten, here.
And for a Punky-inspired recipe, meat-free, try some pancakes!
There he is, the little punk. (The photo above is with his baby brother. Punky was too cool to pose.)
