Last weekend the Mazda mob (of which we are now members) took a drive to Maclagan.
I'm sure, gentle reader, you know where Maclagan is, but in case you don't, take a look at the map (Click on it to get a decent sized pic). It's generally on the way to the Bunya Mountains, off the New England.
This is a very picturesque part of the Downs, and looks a lot better these days than it did when I used to work in nearby Bell. Back then (three years ago) the country was so dry that the trees were grey.
We've had plenty of rain since then, and the cattle are fat, the creeks brimming, and the grass green.
The goats look OK too.
The winery we visited (Rangemore) runs goats.
Now being a far western bushie – goats to me are scrubby looking creatures on the scrawny side of hungry. This is not the case with the Rangemore goats. They're plump and generally Omo white. The contrast is the same as
that between Kiwi and Aussie sheep.I'd never eaten goat before – but the curried goat pie I had for lunch was delicious. It tasted like well-cooked lamb.
The driving was excellent, the company good, and the wines OK. Unfortunately, driving and wine-tasting are mutually exclusive, so I had to rely on my wife's verdict.
She was right about the Rose.
It rejoices in the name of Tickled Pink.
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When I lived in the eastern suburbs, I used to go to an Indian placed called Oh Calcutta. They served the most amazing goat curry. I would not say that it was to die for. Well, ok, the goat died for it, and it was very good. I always look for it on menus. Roast goat is also superb.
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