Sago’s Goat

Where there are goats, there’s trouble

Damn goat
Damn goat

 

Several houses down from my childhood home there lived an old Italian gentleman named Sago (pronounced SAY-go). He was a weathered old man bent from many years of hard work and we kids always imagined he was a classmate of Michelangelo.

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Gelatte

The simple, straightforward, unadulterated truth is this: coffee is the nectar of the Gods. I love coffee. I’ve roasted my own beans. I leave little to chance when it comes to coffee or latte. This makes me either a wingnut or high priest. Let’s go with the wingnut. :: Follow Gromit for more

Eggnog

I came across this recipe recently and thought it would be fun to share it now.

There’s this place in Ithaca, New York called Purity Dairy that makes killer ice cream. It’s got to be the best I’ve ever had, hands down. About ten years ago I found out they make eggnog for about four weeks around Christmas time. It was creamy, eggy, had a hint of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg. The mouthfeel was thick, almost like drinking melted ice cream which had been refrigerated. :: Follow Gromit for more

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