Saturday started with one mission: find a baby goat.*
Of course, it took a little while–and a lot of food–to get there.
Last year, I think I went to the Charlottesville City Market once, but ever since it opened this spring, I’ve made it to the market almost every Saturday, always with Lindsey at my side and coffee in my hand. [I bring my own from home because I'm cheap; she buys a cup at Shenandoah Joe's because she supports local business.]
Well, if those just happen to be some of my favorite words in the English language when strung together in an as-long-as-it-doesn’t-involve-me-bungee-jumping-or-in-a-hot-air-balloon conditional question. [And if they hadn't gotten me, the words "goat's milk gelato" would have.]
(Yes, you read that right,)
–and discovering my new favorite bread*–
*That’s what happens when you don’t come to the Market, Butter Boy…
–we set off on a quest to find
baby goats fresh goat’s milk (and rumored goat’s milk gelato).
I knew we had to pass by Greenwood Grocery on the way to the goat farm and dairy, and apparently great minds think alike, because as soon as I mentioned that I’d never been there, Lindsey said she’d been thinking it would be a great place to grab a bite.
Also, there was the unexpected bonus of a tractorout front.
(Not too) full of sandwich and salad, we made like MJ and Diana in The Wiz and moved on down the road.
And of course, hanging out with goats. Baby goats.
Oh, and goat’s milk gelato. We couldn’t leave without that.
Gelato in the morning.
Gelato in the evening.
Gelato at supper time.
When there’s goat’s milk and kombucha gelato in existence…
We should eat gelato ALL the time.