Answer: About the goat meat….. When my dad died twenty one years ago, friends and neighbors brought food to the house as is the custom here. One friend brought a large roast with vegetables and tomato sauce. It was delicious. One person asked what kind of meat it was. I hadn’t thought about it. It tasted between pork and beef. I quickly realized it was goat because the friend was a goat farmer. I used to have goats. I never thought about butchering them. Well almost never… I had this billy that at times I would have butchered myself. LOL He was in love with me and was forever breaking in the house to see me. He loved to pull my clothes off of the clothes line, eat my roses, chase off the electric meter reader, scratch his horns on visitors cars….never a dull minute. I finally sent him to a petting zoo. Briklyn