BTW, the dish he makes - Lapin au Moutarde - is one of the most delicious things imaginable if it's made properly. It's rabbit slow braised in mustard-infused cream, bacon, and shallots. Kill me now!
I see all the good stuff being RUINED by Mustard!
Other than that I’m in.
Ping!
My philosophy on rabbit and quail is when in doubt wrap it with bacon. :-)
Ping.
"That gives me an idea."
Gladly, I will never eat a rabbit. Sorry, just something I cannot do.
The local grocery store used to sell rabbit, all neatly wrapped. It was good eating. If I tried, I could have roadkill rabbit on the way to work.
OK now I’m hungry. Great vid!
Italian mathematician Fibonacci’s formulas were developed to calculate reproduction rates at the family rabbit farm
"Cook, where's my Hasenpfeffer?"
I was a great white hunter when I was a kid. I got one rabbit and one squirrel. It was my Mom who showed be how to gut and skin them. Good Moms are like that. They just know...
BUT !!! If there are parts you don’t want to eat and you want to feed pets, beware! Don’t just chuck the other entrails in a microwave and expect success. BOOM! They explode. Even if you stab and ventilate them. Damn! At least I learned how to clean a microwave after that.
Wow. That looks good!
When I was a very little girl my uncle took me hunting. We ate rabbit and squirrel regularly. He also taught me how to clean one.
As long as I can afford store bought meat...I probably won’t go there again.
Disclaimer: I still love game...deer, quail and dove.
I have dvds of the first four seasons of the Walking Dead so I think I’m trained on rabbits and squirrels.
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When my family was stationed at Loring AFB, Bnagor, ME., my father did some snowshoe rabbit hunting.
Yes, i learned hwere ‘meat’ comes from, and i learned that not all ‘meat’ is readily there in a store, nice, neatly packaged without seeing the butchering process.
Somehwere in time, i lost the nice warm mittens made from those rabbits, and now and then, i still think about a fricaseed rabbit.
I cannot go in the field and get one myself, these days, and the stores i frequent do not have rabbit in the freezer section, either. (darn!)
Back in the late 50’s my Dad and uncle went rabbit hunting a few times with baseball bats in the prairie areas in the south side of Chicago near the Indiana border. He never let on they were rabbits, hid the meat and fried them up like fried chicken and served them for dinner. After a few times, eyeing those really long legs and saying “this doesn’t look like chicken” he finally relented and said it was rabbit. I remember crying saying “I can’t eat Thumper.” In later years he also told us about the depression when they would take cage traps by the grain mills and catch sparrows for sparrow stew.