"Fresh goat's milk," I read a sign absently as we drove past a farm last week.
"Mom! Can we get some??" shrieked Genevieve. She's been reading Heidi, and Heidi's meals are bread, cheese, and goat's milk (terribly unbalanced).
So we did. It's whole raw milk, and I confess we're not terribly fond of it.
But the cheese! I told the farmer I wanted the strongest stuff he had, and it was magnificent last evening with popcorn and apples.
After taking the photo of the pretty bar, I loosened its wrappings and tucked it in my basket of bars. I believe (although it's disputed) that the soap hardens and then lasts longer if it sets out in the air for weeks or months. I keep our bath soap in a metal basket on the back of the john - bathrooms need all the good clean scent they can get.