It has officially begun. Too much milk. And this only part of it. The freezer dons another couple gallons. I’m going to be smarter this year and freeze the extras, instead of waiting for it to turn to cultured yuck in my refrigerator.
And, yes, I know. I really need to clean out my refrigerator. Turn away if you have to. It won’t hurt my feelings. Promise. To my defense, that black pan resting on top of the jars is more Luscious Lemon Bars. “Look, something shiny.” And did you know, my friend Misty suggested that I throw some Xylitol in my coffee/nut grinder to make powdered sugar. Oh yes. There is powdered sugar on those sweet mommas. Just saying. See, it made you stop thinking of my cluttered refrigerator.
Okay, back to milk. We ‘officially’ started milking our goats once a day last week. Not that we haven’t been milking them here and there anyway.
Remember this cute ‘lil guy? That’s Gary Goat. He’ll ‘officially’ be Bul-Gary when I register him. Remember it’s the ‘B’ year. No, that’s not the Chinese year B, it’s goat registry. Each year is a different letter of the alphabet. All goats born in 2011 are to be named with a B name. So, we had to readjust Gary’s name.
Anyway, Gary…I mean, Bul-Gary, decided he prefers a particular teat of Sadie’s. Poor Sadie. She’s now lopsided. We’ve been milking that other abandoned teat since the beginning, leaving just a bit of milk, in case Bul-Gary decides to forgo his antics and give it a try.
I’ve read that at some point, he’ll get hungry enough to forget his foolish ways and drink from both sides. I hope so. Cuz right now, I’m having to milk that side twice a day. Suffice it to say, we’ve been getting milk for awhile. But now that we’re milking both goats every day, whew, there’s getting to be a lot of milk.
And the boys are not helping the situation. Ever since we started buying cow’s milk for awhile (when we dried up Xcel), the boys intake of milk has slowed way down. So, as the Milk Czar, I have felt it my duty to demand more milk consumption in my kingdom. “Drink more milk.” is the land’s new mantra. So, be careful if you come visit the farm. The milk dealer may push some creamy white liquid. It’s okay. You can say no. But I won’t like it.