Day 336 (1 June 2011) – That Wascally Wabbit
I went and did it. Yesterday, I bought a piece of rabbit meat. Today, while the girls were away at school, I prepared and then ate it. Here’s how I fixed it:
I started by braising the piece, a section of the back, fleshy side down, over medium heat in a frying pan in which I had put a small amount of olive oil. I then flipped it, adding the herb seasoning that came with it. I covered it for a minute, then added shiitake mushrooms, walnuts, and some lemon juice, on top of which I added sprinkles of salt and pepper. I covered it again while I sliced two apricots, lowered the heat a touch and let the whole thing simmer. I then added the apricots to heat them while slicing half an avocado and preparing my plate.
Today’s photo is of the finished meal just before I sat down to eat it. Dining alone as I was, I chose to do my eating with the companionship of the TV. I have one episode left of the second season of the classic American program from the 60’s “Mission Impossible” (“Good morning, Mr. Phelps…”). Somehow, the rabbit and the Mission Impossible program, let alone the theme song, seemed like an appropriate match.
Oh, for those of you keeping score at home, I have to agree with the old adage. Rabbit tastes a heck of a lot like chicken…
French Sabbatical 
What happens in Nantes, stays in Nantes. Or Perrin will never speak to you again. Capish.
Um, yes, well. I have nothing more to say in my defense than that. Chloe, concerned herself, is very concerned for Perrin. Tell her it was chicken or turkey or, I don’t know, pigeon, for goodness sake.
The ghost of Whitey and Sniffles may haunt your dreams for many nights now. Don’t say that you weren’t warned!!!!
Great, now I’m going to have rabbits in my dreams. Will they look like chickens?
they might look like chickens, but since they are real bunnies, they won’t be wearing Old Spice!!!