Hold The Bunny, Please

 

I have a fairly new blogging friend in the UK named Leslie.  She and her husband are great chefs, hence the name of their blog, Cooking with the Joneses.

I love reading their recipes and seeing the usually delicious-looking pictures, and am often tempted to try one.  So, if anyone could make cooked rabbit look or sound good to me, it would be the Joneses.  

They have now posted a recipe for rabbit here.

But, I’m sorry to say, Leslie and Baz, it didn’t work.  I still just can’t imagine eating rabbit.

And, let me tell you, this isn’t the first time I’ve resisted.

~ When Hubby and I were first married, he went rabbit hunting one Saturday at his parent’s farm.  Being a 19 year old city girl, or maybe just being in denial, it never occurred to me that he might actually shoot a rabbit! 

Several hours later, when he proudly walked in the front door of our apartment, which was the bottom floor of an old house (I tell you that to explain an apartment with a front and back door), he was carrying a plastic bag with a long naked body in it!  It was a rabbit carcass!  I remember how proud he looked, and then he began to talk about how we were going to cook it.  I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I think I could sum it up this way, “NOT A CHANCE!” (possibly accompanied by tears).  And then after whatever “discussion” we had, I next remember him walking out the back door to put “Bugs” in the trash and telling me, somewhat grumpily, that I should never tell his parents that we threw away good food!  (I don’t remember them asking how we liked our rabbit dinner, so they may have suspected, or even privately predicted, what would happen.  Remember, they knew me too!)

~ Then when DD and Gunny were approximately 8 and 10 years old, we had a rabbit take up residence in the back yard of our rural home, eating everything in sight.  Several efforts to run it off had been unsuccessful.  So, since I had become much more accepting of my farm boy’s ways,  it didn’t surprise me when he said he was going to have to get rid of the rabbit.  And, this time, he said HE WAS going to cook it!

Okay.  I had become more realistic about the food chain than I had been as a young city girl, but I still just couldn’t imagine eating a rabbit.  Well, Hubby had also learned and become more accepting of a few things about me.  So, we came to an agreement … he cooked the rabbit and he and the kids ate it (and the kids even said they enjoyed it!) … while I went to the mall to shop.  They had the kitchen all cleaned up, with all evidence of their meal gone, by the time I got home, with a cute new pair of shoes.  Perfect.

Even though I was raised on beef, pork and chicken bought from the grocery store, 44 years of being married to Hubby has made me much more realistic about where my meat comes from.  But I still just can’t get used to the idea of eating “wild stuff” … especially bunny rabbit.

14 Responses to Hold The Bunny, Please

  1. Nezzy says:

    Oh girl, this Ozark farm chick hears you loud and clear! When I was dating Hubby many, many moons ago. We entered his moms kitchen where the sink was full of skinned squirrels. I was born and raised on a farm, a BEEF farm not a SQUIRREL farm. These things gave me the hebby-jebbies and no way, no how was I going to consume them. I thank the Almighty that Hubby never blessed me with squirrel for the pot and the only squirrel I have is Rocky who lives in our big elm tree. Have a great day in the Lord!!!

  2. Sandra says:

    Nezzy — Love your comment! Thanks for stopping by. This post has made me remember another instance of “city girl meets the reality of farm life” that I’ll be posting soon. 🙂

  3. Nezzy says:

    Oh Sandra, we have groundhog holes ya’ can loose a tractor in. Makes it a little scary driving a pick-up across a field. Thanks for dropping in and as we say here in the Ozarks, “ya’ll have a wonderfully blessed day!”

  4. Sleepless in OL says:

    When I was little they tried to mask the bunny with a different name Hasenfeffer. I sure was very upset when I discovered Hasenfeffer was THUMPER. To this day I am very suspicious of fancy sounding dishes. Wise choice to go shopping Sandra.

  5. Sandra says:

    Nezzy — Sorry to hear you have groundhogs too. They are real pests to the farmers around here.

    May God bless your day too. 🙂

    Sleepless — On the other hand, when I was growing up I was just grossed out by the idea of eating Welsh Rarebit, because I thought it was Welsh RABBIT. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was made out of cheese — not rabbit! 🙂

  6. Sleepless in OL says:

    Wow! I have been misinformed all these years as well thinking that Welsh Rarebit was Thumber 😦 Maybe next time I am out and it is on the menu I will try it…okay maybe not since I am a creature of habit but there is always hope 🙂

  7. Sandra says:

    Sleepless — Thank you. I thought maybe I was the only person EVER who didn’t know that. And, even after I found it out, I’ve never ordered it. I’m a creature of habit too! 🙂

  8. Vicki says:

    Sandra,
    I have a rabbit story also! When our oldest daughter was about 4 yrs. old, she and my hubby were walking in the woods near our house, when he saw a rabbit and picked up a rock and threw it at it! I still can’t believe he did such a mean thing and amazingly he hit it and killed it immediately. He picked it up and brought it home and proceeded to skin it on the picnic table in the backyard. Our daughter happened to look out the patio doors and opened them and said “Daddy, I don’t think that rabbit likes that!” Well to this day we do eat the venison he brings home, but NEVER rabbit. In fact I think that ended his rabbit hunting days! V.

  9. Sandra says:

    Vicki — I LOVE the story. Sounds like something that could have happened in our family. 🙂 Hope the wedding went well. And hope to see you in October!

  10. Hilary says:

    I’m only now getting over eating the fish we catch. Bunnies? Nope, not me. Bunnies are for petting and cooing at! 😉 Any wonder why Frank tells me I’m too Disneyfied?

  11. Sandra says:

    Ha! I love it, Hilary — Disneyfied?! I guess Frank would see a little bit of that still in me too, even after all my years of being married to “farm boy”.

  12. Beth says:

    That is so funny! I don’t know if I’ve ever had rabbit…not that I can think of. But I’ve had other types of wild game, and I think I’d be okay with it. I’d prefer not to see it uncooked, though, and I certainly would have a very hard time preparing it myself unless it was already fully butchered!!

  13. Sandra says:

    Beth — I have always had trouble with any meat that looks like what it looked like alive! When I go to a hog roast, I CANNOT eat the pork if I have to look at the roasted hog. And one time we went to the aquarium in Chicago and I spent quite a bit of time watching shrimp swim around in a tank and then the next morning we went to a brunch that had shrimp on the buffet — I didn’t eat any. What a wimp I am.

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