is sublime. I feel like Heidi when her grandfather gives her the goat milk in a little tin cup. I found a fresh goat milk supplier through my egg supplier (I've found the underground <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/eat.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Eat"><img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"> and picked up my first half gallon today. I wasn't even out of her driveway before I opened the bottle and took a swig. Then I kept opening it at intersections and taking another drink. I was supposed to share it with my off-dairy sisters tomorrow, but I'm afraid that I will drink it all tonight. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/bag.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Bag">: