the land of milk and honey

So we started this little farm for our girls, and we milk 2 goats every morning, that's about a gallon of goat milk every day.... Now being that i am originally from the city, The goat milk is... lets just say an acquired taste. So I have been on the ponder about what to do with all this milk. So i have decided to become a soap maker. I tried cheese makeing, but once again, there is a funky taste, that i think only french people like. So soap it is. I have been on a journey over these past few years, to rekindle the American pioneer. To teach my daughters skills that seem not to exist amongst their peers. I taught myself to sew at 20 yrs old. With help from a few friends along the way i have picked up basic knitting and crocheting. When i first got married, I made goulash four times a week or more, because that's all i knew how to make. This was no Hungarian old world recipe, it was meat, noodles, sauce. Still to this day my husband is frightened of anything containing a combination of those ingredients, But i have since expanded my recipe repertoire, Because I believe that it is not Colonel Sanders job to feed my family, but my own. There seems to be a dilemma, of lost information, a sad retraction of American heritage from one generation to the next. I often wonder when i pick up your average household convince ( this could be as complex as a kitchen aid mixer, or as simple as a bar of soap) and wonder, "What did Caroline Ingals do?" If that broad wanted soap, she probably had to make it. I'm sure Laura and Mary by the ripe age of seven could sew a dress, or cook an entire meal... Because that was survival. But these pioneer women took something that was necessity and made it into an art form. The womanly art of home keeping, and provision of basic necessities... like soap. So here I go.... Lets see how clean we can get :)