Before the Table: New Frontier Family Farm
Yesterday I spent about 10 minutes at the bottom of a pile of the cutest, fuzziest baby goats you’ve ever seen. Goats on my lap, goats on my shoulders, goats on my head. Nibbling at my fingers and my clothes and vying for the next scratch on the head.
It took me a shockingly long period of time to convince myself that I didn’t need to buy my own baby goats, so that I could do this every day.