Last summer, I finally caved and we raised rabbits. We picked them out. Bred them. Had a lot of wittle babies. I even butchered some. On my own. By MYSELF. I even got pretty good at it.
Did we eat them? Nope. Bobo enjoyed a rabbit or two but I just couldn't do it. I don't know why. We hunt deer and I do just fine. We butcher it ourselves and venison steak is one of my favorite meals! So honestly I don't get why the rabbit thing gets me. It is not because they are cute. Although they are. It is just 100% mental. So bye bye rabbits. We got rid of them all.
Then Carter got a rabbit. He was very proud of it and I knew that I had to cook it. So today was the day.
We cooked it. We ate it. We liked it!
Yes. We liked it. Actually it was pretty darn good if-I-do-say-so-myself!
I cut it into "nuggets" and Brian did an extra good cleaning. He is weird like that. It was the cleanest rabbit in town I can promise you that.
Looks good, right!? I was actually surprised how much it tasted like chicken! You hear that all the time but it is true. Every one of us liked the breaded rabbit the best. It was super good dipped in hot sauce and ranch. :)
I actually would like to venture into raising them again. As weird as it sounds it is also pretty "farmerish" and I like that too.
Isn't he so handsome? I love my OCD rabbit cleaner.