A Mexican thing? The only place I’ve ever had goat meat at was at a Jamaican restaurant.
Back in the day, there was a neighborhood family in Dallas that adopted a couple goats. They named them Romeo and Juliet. Unfortunately, they didn’t have enough land to keep the goats, so the Dallas code enforcement people made them get rid of them, and they decided to slaughter and cook them.
My father always wanted to keep goats on his property, but he never did. He said goat milk was good for making fudge.