Today was pretty Farmy

My goats got loose twice today. They ran across the street and into the neighbor's yard. This of course, was the neighbor we have yet to meet. I met him today. We haven't yet met the neighbors because they don't look at anyone, stare at the asphalt while walking the dog and don't wave back when driving by. My goat wanted to meet the anti-social neighbor today. I met the Brother-in-law and wife while chasing down Kuzco and our blind/deaf/old dog in my socks.

I retrieved the goats and they came back into our yard so I went back to attempting to cook a heart. I feel as though I need to honor the pigs by using all of their bodies. The heart was an essential organ for me to try. I needed to try it for spiritual reasons that I can't really explain. Keep in mind, I have never cooked nor eaten any organ meat and the idea creeps me out.

Then the goats decided to visit our other neighbor. I had to go retrieve them again. Our goats hear the next door neighbor's grandchildren playing and run over to visit. They like to eat a bunch of ivy so when they come home they are vomiting. Ivy is not healthy for goats. After learning the eldest grandson "does not touch himself," I went home with my goats.

I finished cooking a stew of sorts with the heart. The gravy was tasty, vegetables were cooked properly and the meat was cooked to an ideal consistency. This leaves us with the hardest part of the day: Eating a pig's heart. The first bite for me was just vegetables and gravy. I wanted to ensure I had done a good job with that. It passed the test. I continued to my second bite: a small chunk of meat with vegetables, gravy and rice. It again, passed the test. I swear this was like a science experiment.

The third bite went to Meri. She responded with "not bad" and continued working and drinking wine. That of course meant "I will not be eating that, Brynn. Good job on your science experiment, but cook something that isn't an organ."

Meri ate pasta.

I ate I small plate of heart and veggies. It took about ten bites in and a half bottle of wine to stop thinking with every bite "this is Ham's heart." More drinking. Pig heart meat honestly tastes like a combination of venison and beef. It is tougher than most meats I am used to, but not an offensive flavor.