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Okay, you're on an island that's supposed to have the best restaurants in the Caribbean. So what do you do? If you're my husband, you go to a seaside cafe in Phillipsburg and.... you order GOAT for lunch.
Some things you just aren't supposed to eat. No wonder they're all in a tree.
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Goat...? I can take it or leave it... it's the pile of maggots next to it that leaves me retching, sorry, reaching for a napkin.
And of course the look on Lily's face is gold.
Cheers.
Posted by: Angry | July 24, 2008 at 12:31 AM
Best restaurant? And they serve anemic tomatoes? eeeew!
Posted by: groovyoldlady | July 24, 2008 at 10:38 AM
LOL. Lily's expression says it all, though I do have to admit to liking Jamaican goat soup.
Posted by: Venomous Kate | July 24, 2008 at 01:57 PM
Yeah, Lily's expression is kind of unmistakable, there. :)
Posted by: Anwyn | July 24, 2008 at 06:30 PM
I luv goats. Luv em. Had one many years ago as a companion for a high strung quarterhorse.
I've never eaten any, though.
But, in moments of extreme silliness have toyed with the idea of raising Spanish Boer Goats (you definitely eat them), although my husband says unequivocally NO. He's afraid the kids and I would name them all and it would be downhill from there. We would no doubt have a herd of pets and an even larger hay bill!
Great post. ;-) Love the photos.
Pax. Kimberly
Posted by: I Gallop On | July 24, 2008 at 11:16 PM