So, the day dawned that I had really been dreading, our young billies were booked in to the abattoir for mid afternoon last Wednesday. I had given myself the 'pep' talk...they've had a good life, you don't know what's going to happen to them if you sell them, you didn't like the thought of pts at birth...blah blah blah and so they were duly loaded up and my OH and I set off on the 110 mile journey to our nearest slaughter house.
I was fine unloading them, the man who met us at the unloading bay was really sweet and kind, the pens were clean and there was no 'smell'. The boys happily went exploring the new environment and didn't seem at all stressed. So there I was, feeling fairly positive when the very nice man announced, 'I don't like doing goats, they seem such an intelligent animal'. OH GREAT, thanks a lot...there's me feeling all brave and he's getting wobbly!
Anyway, quick look back at the boys, (seemed fine but was probably a mistake) and off we went. A bit of excitement a mile down the road when we hit a road block (5 squad cars, the dog handler and a police motorbike) and a young man being escorted away from a crashed 4x4 and then we hit the road to home. 10 minutes later we were parked up in a layby unable to drive any further due to a certain amount of moisture in the optical area (yeah....we were in floods)
As the week went on we started feeling a little more positive about the whole thing and yesterday we picked up 3 boxes of nicely butchered and bagged meat.
This is our 1st ever meal using goat. Cooked in red wine and Ras el hanout with saffron rice. I have to say, it was delicious
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