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April 18, 2008

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Mumma

Wow, you got me all misty-eyed. Gramma really did know how to squeeze a penny till Lincoln screamed! I can only imagine what she would say if she were here today and saw the price of a gallon of gas!.....you know her car would NEVER leave the driveway!! Don't poke fun at me because I hate goat cheese (YUCK!). You have no idea how nasty and smelly those animals are.....and their milk and cheese taste just like they smell....and that's AWFUL!! (Maybe you and your brother figured out the chicken/pork switch, but you ate those cutlets, didn't you. They were good by any name...not so for anything called "goat".)

Lorraine

I actually recently bought goat's milk after reading it's claimed health benefits. It was, as you described, "gagatious." (my word for that which makes one gag) However, your grandmother was clearly on the cutting edge!!

Oatmeal Cookie Guy

Ug...I guess I can't bust mumma's chops about the goat's milk anymore. Thankfully, I still have the story about the trip to France and lunch in Saratoga at Ponderosa.

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