Ben and I were fortunate enough to be invited to volunteer at this year's Lambstock. We got to spend time with the incredibly welcoming animals of Border Springs Farm and meet equally incredible chefs, farmers, and mixologists.
A very sweet Nubian goat couple.
Mama sheep was nice enough to let me cuddle her baby.
Now, for the debauchery of it all.
Lambstock put a temporary kibosh on my 16 years of vegetarianism, and I couldn't have enjoyed it more. I felt good about sinking my teeth into perfectly prepared lamb, turkey, and pork because I know that those animals had lived lives that anyone would envy. Anyway, that's not what I really want to talk about. At Lambstock, it's all about making new friends, eating too much, and indulging in a sip or two. I consumed so much mammal that by the last meal of the event, I was convinced that turkey was a vegetable.
Pork belly, get in my belly!
Punch, please.
Yep, I ate a boatload of that. Who ever knew lamb could taste so good?
All dressed up and ready for the party.
No bones about it.
See, sometimes we do get away from the farm.
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