I must confess, I'm not a rabbit fan. I once thought they were cute, but that changed when I moved out to the suburbs. We have a yard full of 'em and they sit there and stare at you with their beady little eyes and their noses twitching and the minute you look away they plunder your herb and vegetable garden. They're just not so cute close up and personal. Oh, and they're very tasty, too. Nonetheless...
No rabbit tonight. I promised Diane.
It was tough, though. My butcher was out of fresh venison and antelope as well as pheasant paté and both pheasant and venison sausage. So we had to "settle" for a few semi-boneless quail for the salad and a nice buffalo loin. That rabbit sausage was looking better and better, but we ended up with chicken sausage instead. 'Cause I promised.
We also picked up a fresh pheasant, a few nice hunks of veal shank and something called "Hunter's Chili," which is the ground meat of several game animals mixed with herbs and spices for later in the week. So I figure, maybe we'll just dedicate the whole week to PETA. Yeah. International Eat Several Animals for PETA Week. I like the sound of that.
Hey, Murray Hill's already extended it to 40 hours.
