I went to the Clerksville farmers' market today. I had seen online that a rural farm sold its freshly made goat cheese at the market and wanted to get some, since all that's available in the grocery stores here is shrink-wrapped smoked logs of it. Unfortunately, I wandered the entire market without seeing any fresh cheese (one stand did sell goat meat, though). A counterman told me they used to sell it as a favor to another farmer but had to stop since the kitchen wasn't certified. "There are so many laws," he lamented.