tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11715567.post7915820673802654637..comments2008-03-30T05:26:08.102-07:00Kermit and Elektranoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11715567.post-71573850532968836772008-03-30T05:26:00.000-07:002008-03-30T05:26:00.000-07:00Yes, I have to have the kind of goat cheese that's mixed with garlic and basil, or some such things, to hide the 'goaty-ness' of it. When it's very smell reminds you of your not-so-favorite animal, it kind of diminishes the enjoyment a bit. <BR/><BR/>Well, I guess he's okay - as long as he doesn't eat the roses or my garden. And Hugo likes him.<BR/><BR/>We missed yesterday's Farmer's Mkt. here because Hugo had a spa day with a couple of attentive ladies.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178382740171804101noreply@blogger.com