My mother says that I began cooking when I was 18 months old. That being said, I can honestly say that I have made quite a vast array of dishes over the past 20-something years. Little did I know that when I married a hunter my cooking skills would be taken to a totally different level.
Since marrying Bryan, I have processed deer, filleted fish and breasted ducks. The all-time worst was when I had a pressure cooker explode in my kitchen full of squirrels.
I have put my foot down when it comes to rabbits. (Insert thoughts of one of my favorite childhood books, The Tale of Peter Rabbit.)
To spare you the details of my Saturday night rabbit hunt, I will say that it was a
success lovely time with flashlights and .22s. (Honestly, I sat in the truck the whole time as my dad and Bryan pranced around like fools.) My head hit the pillow after midnight, with my dear hubby not crawling in beside me until after the end of their second round at 1:30 am.
Yesterday I did the thing I swore I would never do...I cooked rabbit. Oh yes, gasp and sputter and gag if you like
because I did. For the record, it turned out quite nicely and only some pieces were slightly chewy. This has been added to my resume. ;)
If you really want the recipe I will share it. I think that it would be fantastic with beef since it has red wine and onions. Happy Monday!