I’m not kidding. This is what I want to do.
Not the journalism part. The goatherding and cheesemaking part.
Seriously, seriously, seriously.
Maybe not Vermont. It’s cold there. Pretty. Cold. So’s New Hampster. But again, pretty. Collegiate. Cosmopolitan in fits and starts. Hmmmmmm.
As I posted last month, Peanut has already put in a request to be a cheesemaker. Our tour at the Pt. Reyes creamery is set for later this month. After devouring their website and a wheel of Cowgirl Creamery’s Mt. Tam brie, he is concerned that his brown shoes won’t fit when he’s big, and since he’s already picked them as his cheesemaking shoes, he’s in a quandry. Or was, for, like five minutes. Then he decided that if I would buy him red boots and a pink scooter when he’s big, that all his problems are solved.
Sure. And 75 acres of forested farmland, buddy.