By Martin Golding
Thanks to JZ and Mark's Meats, getting the goat was a
painless process. Carol picked it up neatly dressed and ready for
marinating Friday afternoon. Hanging weight was reported as 24 pounds.
[Live weight was 50 pounds even. I sell meat goats by
offering to deliver them to a local reputable processor I know to be USDA
inspected and humane. - JZ]
I used a Jamaican jerk dry rub on the hindquarters, and
marinated the rest using a Cajun recipe we dug up. I covered it with
plastic and tossed some ice bags on, and left it overnight. The
spit-roasting technique was straight out of "Outdoor Cooking" from the
Time/Life series of cookbooks. It called for 2 hours plus 4 minutes per
pound, so Saturday at noon we started the charcoal.
While it was warming up we loaded the goat onto the
spit. I used skewers and wire to hold it firmly and to lace it up, so it
looked like I'd been torturing the poor thing, but it worked well. We used
five 20-pound bags of charcoal, plus another ten pounds for the
marshmallows.

Martin and Goat
The spit-roasting recipe said to put the leftover citrus
peels in the cavity; since we didn't use their marinade I didn't have any
so I sliced a lemon and a lime, and added a handful of peeled garlic, a
bunch of coarsely chopped mint, salt, pepper, and thyme.
About 1:30 we put the spit over the fire, then
baste.and.a.quarter.turn every twenty minutes. I took it off at 6:00, one
of the shoulders was underdone but the rest was perfect. I'd checked the
temperature of the other shoulder earlier, and banked that end of the fire
a little, so if I'd checked both shoulders it would have been perfect.
Most of the goat disappeared rapidly, to general
acclaim. I was going to serve it neatly arranged on a platter, but
couldn't keep enough of it sliced. Perhaps I was slowed down by the need
not to hack off any of the grissle and a bit other fat.
It was as described; somewhere between beef and lamb in
flavor and relatively lean. The best part turned out to be where the jerk
overlapped the stuffing, followed by the ribs and the tenderloin. So next
time I'm going to dry rub the whole thing and turn what was the stuffing
into the marinade.
We had 34 people, two of whom wouldn't eat goat. We
served about a pound of butter beans, a couple quarts of jambalaya, about
two pounds of cole slaw, and twenty pounds of crawfish (about five pounds
of edible meat) with the goat. We had most of one shoulder and another
pound or so of bits and slices left over. I was a little worried, I hadn't
expected quite that many people; but the goat was just the right size.