Leporidae

I will preface this post by saying that the story isn’t for the faint of heart. Avid fans of Watership Down may want to take a pass.

My roommate shot a bunny.

Not a hare. Not a jackrabbit. A fluffy, big eared cottontail.

Steve happened to have a pellet gun, and the bunny happened to be out at the wrong time. Not one to waste anything, Steve brought his catch back to our place and cleaned it. Thankfully, I missed this entire process, or what we did last night would have been near impossible.

Steve called me as I was pulling up to the house and asked me to look up recipes for rabbit. We don’t typically stock rabbit, being a beef or buffalo shop, but I played along.

“Do we have a rabbit?”
“It’s in the fridge right now. You don’t have a weak stomach do you?”
“No”
“Good!”

I checked the fridge. On the shelf was a nondescript plastic bag with something solid yet disturbingly spongy. Rabbit, check.

When Steve arrived, he went to work on finding the edible parts of the rabbit. Anything deemed inedible went into the ‘rabbit discard pile’. Same concept as in Canasta, but messier.

We ended up going with something similar to this recipe, minus the egg. Our mixture for the breading was flour, cornmeal, Cajun seasoning, salt and pepper.

I can’t really say what rabbit tastes like. We seasoned liberally, so ours tasted like fried Cajun spices.

Rabbit frying.


Steve sampling the result.