On 6/23/2019 9:38 AM, Terry Coombs wrote:
> On 6/23/2019 8:30 AM, A Moose in Love wrote:
>> I used to love eating rabbit. We usually either roasted it, or made a
>> goulash with it. The last time I had it, I found I no longer cared
>> for it. It was the texture. Maybe it's just too lean for my taste.
>
> Not much that's "noble" about the rabbits here ... they are allowed
> to live as long as they stay out of the garden . I do have fencing etc
> to keep them out , they do have their place . And it's anywhere but in
> my garden . This time of year they're pretty nasty with parasites , not
> fit to eat so I don't like to kill them .
>
Having cooked store bought (farm raised) rabbit I can honestly say it
tastes a lot like chicken.
I have a fond memory of a rabbit. The house where I was a teenager had
a small brick wall out front by the steps. Drainage holes in the bricks
wall. My mother and I used to sit outside on the steps and talk in the
evening. We kept seeing something out of the corner of our eyes. We
thought at first it was a toad. Turned out to be a tiny little rabbit.
Mom and I started sneaking it vegetables.
We thought for sure my dad would pitch a fit if he knew there was a
rabbit living in the brick wall. We were wrong. One day I was looking
at it out the window and he said "What the hell are you looking at?
Better not be a cat!" (He hated cats, I have no idea why.) I said,
"Shhhhh. Don't scare it!" He got up and looked, saw the tiny rabbit
and *melted* He said, "Awwww! It's a baby bunny! Do we have any
lettuce?" Totally changed my perspective of my hardnosed father. :)
Jill