Shamleless Plug

I'm embarking on a new part of my life that is happier and going in a direction! It's really refreshing.

I was married May 19th, 2012 to a great guy I met at the C.I.A and we're go excited to embark on a life together. He has as culinary degree to match my baking and pastry degree. It's going to be a Good life.

I hope you enjoy my thoughts on food and cooking. I am but a humble baker, who happens to love cooking and embraces the joy of food.


Sunday, August 22, 2010

"I'm having a real gastronomical problem with this."

Rabbit. Braised Rabbit.

The problem all started a week ago at Stew Leonards. We were doing basic shopping, when something caught my eye.

"Look, Matt! Rabbit!" I pointed. His face lit up.
"Rabbit!! Oooh! Rabbit! Can we get some, Jenni? Canwecanwecanwe!!??" He said, hopping up and down like a child begging for a puppy.  In the middle of a busy Stew Leonards.
"Auhhhhhh....." I began.
"Pleeaassee!? Pleasepleaseplease! It's $4.99 a pound!!" He begged.
After much discussion, I agreed, and here I am, at the dinner table, staring at my forkful of bunny with trepidation.

The eight year old in me, the one who had a pet dwarf rabbit, is shocked and angry with me. I can see her surprise and disdain. The 24 year old is curious. How bad could it be?

Cut to a week later, and we're braising an effing rabbit.

The rabbit smelled wonderful as it braised during Return of The King. Savory, oniony and garlicky.

However, when I opened the dutch oven, there it was, "Hey! I'm a rabbit! Don't eat me!" Its headless corpse said.

I looked into the pot before we sat down. "Where's the cabbage?" I asked. The cabbage, which we settled on in the store this afternoon, was to replace the parsnips we both wanted but couldn't find.

Ten mintues later, the cabbage is sauteed and added, and we sat down to eat.
He served me a few pieces, along with cabbage and carrots. And sauce. I tore off a piece of bread and dip. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Now, I know this is not sheep testicles, snake liver, or donkey nose. It is a rabbit. A little bunny-wunny. Real meat. What's my problem? I popped it. And chewed........

Okay, so the sauce isn't so bad. Salty, smooth, has a kick to it. But it has chicken broth in it, so I can't judge on the sauce alone.

Okay, now for the meat. Get a forkful, hold to mouth. Build up nerve and.... eat.

I chewed as it were glass.

"Well?" Matt asks, laughing at my expressions

"......It tastes like chicken thighs." I say. Looking down at my plate. Not really sure how I'm feeling about this. There is rabbit on my plate. And it tastes like chicken thighs with a little bit of gamey to it.

I manage to plod through my meal, managing to eat rabbit with a heavy forkload of cabbage. A vegetable I'm not even that fond of, for the record.

I set down my fork. "I'm having a real gastronomical problem with this." I sigh.
"Why? The rabbit?"
"Yes! I know it's rabbit, but it's really new to me and I'm finding it a bit weird. I mean, I ate veal cheeks, and bison heart and venison at school. And they were great, but this is rabbit." I say. "Rabbit!" I repeat for emphasis.
"This is ridiculous!!" I exclaim, "What if a professor or Chef from school was here, what would they say!"
"They'd say shut up and eat the damn rabbit." Matt smiled, and served himself a forkful of rabbit loin. He poked at it. "It's okay little Midnight!" He said to it, and burst out laughing. Thus joining the ranks of my uncles circa 16 years ago.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it, I had to say it!!" He choked out through laughter.

Now I'm sitting here and I've maybe had only five or six bites of rabbit.
What is my deal? Samwise Gamgee would have been proud to have such a nice supper! He and the other hobbits would sit around the pot with a loaf a bread and some ale and talk and eat until the last crumb was gone!

Guess I'm not cut out for rabbit, but the jury is still out.