Comments by "Stephen Villano" (@spvillano) on "Anne of All Trades" channel.

  1. Immediately after my gallbladder was removed, I experienced around 9 months of lactose intolerance. Medically speaking, it made no sense, as lactase is produced in the intestine, nowhere near the gallbladder. I also quite enjoy milk, especially in my coffee, which I still drink a fair amount of. So, at the time, all of the current milk alternatives were quite expensive and goat milk was stocked by my local stupidmarket. So, I quite enjoyed the goat milk. Oddly, the indigestion I get from 4% cow milk wasn't present in the much higher fat goat milk, yet another case of, the body, have to live in it, ain't got to figure the infernal thing out. Eventually, the lactose intolerance passed and I was able to switch back to the much lower priced 1% or grudgingly, 2% cow's milk and butter again. But, on occasion, I'll cheat a bit and grab some goat milk. I've also got a case of quart Mason jars full of pasta sauce, pressure canned with goat meat. Something I do remind goats that I occasionally meet of, should they grow a bit mischievous and rammy. Largely, as my cousin could've used your advice in not getting a goat, for pretty much every reason that you gave. And I'd had the dubious wisdom of getting to eye level with the goat once and it rammed me straight in the forehead. Until the day she died, my wife swore that the goat's eyes crossed. I was a trifle preoccupied with exclaiming "Ow!" and rubbing a rather sore forehead, looked up and noticed the goat wobbling a fair bit, with its legs crossed as it sat on the ground. Sicilian-Americans do have a well earned reputation for being quite hard headed. The goat rammed my cousin in the thigh about a month later, giving her a dinner saucer sized deep bruise, never did learn who got the goat after that. Yeah, I'll leave the goat rearing to you and your peers. Laughably, I'm quite certain that the goat was just being playful and didn't anticipate that I'd be quite as massive in comparison. But, ever since, I have taken to remind goats that I'm an omnivore... ;) Not that they understand me. I'll stick to raising dogs, who I'll train to verbal directional commands and a few useful tasks, as they train me to walk and exercise with them. They've advised me that I'm highly trainable. Something that my wife agreed with over the course of 41 years.
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