Easter at Celebrity Dairy

Since I actually had a Sunday off, and Yoni and I were both working on his birthday, we decided to go to one of Celebrity Dairy’s dinners as an early birthday celebration.

We got there a little late, but still in time for deviled eggs! From the farm’s chickens, of course. Also pictured: goat cheese with curry and chutney, peppercorn-crusted chevre, and the mold-ripened Silk Hope, coated with ash.

First course: spelt crepes filled with asparagus, goat cheese herb dressing. Eh, t’was okay, but probably made better sense with the salmon; vegetarians don’t do as well here as meat eaters, in terms of flavor/creativity. But I didn’t really mind, since a: they probably don’t serve many vegetarians and b: it’s not a restaurant and c: they are serving 40 people at a time.

Main dish: stuffed mushrooms, kasha pilaf, Sunny Slope tomatoes with chevre. These tomatoes were so good, I kind of wished the salad was the main dish. I’ve also realized that I don’t like kasha at all. Sorry ancestors. I tried cooking it a few months ago and the smell was enough to put me off forever. I tried, I really did; butternut squash pilaf sounds good, no? But I just…can’t. Bad jew. The meat-eaters had some kind of lamb dish.

Dessert, my favorite part of this meal: strawberry shortcake! Yoni apparently has a more refined palate than me, cause he could taste goat somethingorother in the biscuit and I couldn’t. In fact, I told him I didn’t believe him, so he asked the owner and sure enough, there was both goat’s milk and goat cheese in the biscuits. And I call myself a professional!

Hello friend. I should have asked the owners where they got their strawberries, since I don’t think it’s strawberry season around here yet. But maybe it is; I haven’t been getting to the farmer’s market much lately since I work on weekends.

Anyway, the food at Celebrity Dairy wasn’t really the reason we were there. We were there to hang out with baby goats! I got my sweater chewed, watched a baby goat fall asleep on itself, and reunited with number 22, my favorite goat from the first time we were there. And yes, I have pictures, but that’s a whole other post. (Coming soon, I promise!)