last night

Guapo used the shears while I held the rabbit. Looking back, I am surprised that i was surprised about the thrashing, and the two inch scratches on my hands, because I know that the spine does it's thing for a little while.

Skinning and dressing took about an hour. Then we cooked it as planned after letting it sit in the fridge with the sage and onions and olive oil for about 20 minutes. We were anxious, what can I say? Guapo enjoyed the eviscerating, and I needed some time to orient myself to exactly what I was participating in. What a powerful experience. Maybe I will do some butchering tomorrow.

My plan is to do the butchering, set all the rabbits to marinating and then go to Publix for curry vegetables, drinks, paper towels, etc etc.

The best news is that my boyfriend does not think I am crazy, and he seems to look forward to the photos from tomorrow's party. Hopefully someone will bring a digital camera. With any luck, many someone's will bring digital cameras.

In the begining

I bought some rabbits with a friend yesterday. We drove for a while and paid a dollar a pound for 6 californian rabbits. Imagine the look on my face when the cardboard cat carrier full of rabbits lost its bottom! Luckily they just sat on the ground while we scooped them up and put the box together again.
Ffter we pulled two very warm boxes from the back seat of my car, they slept in a rabbit cage in my yard, and were like 6 pound popcorn kernals when i checked on them this morning, probably terrified that i was a raccoon. We have lots of wild raccoons in this neighborhood.
So, in half an hour we will have a test run with one bunny. If all goes well then we won't worry about the Alameda House Bunny Bash that we are throwing this Saturday. That will involve the other five bunnies, and some friends. The test run will happen at my house because my yard is obscured from most of my neighbors, while my cohort lives on a canal, easily viewed, by many many curious, gossipy, filthy rich people.
You may be wondering how we plan on dispatching these bunnies. If you aren't, skip this paragraph. Long Handled Garden Shears. AKA Loppers. Perfect bunny murder pun. The man who sold us the animals showed us his and assured us its the safest way. Snapping the neck sometimes goes awry. A hammer sometimes hits your own hand instead of the bunny. And a knife is just plain scary.
Onto the cooking. Tonight, we expect to marinate in olive oil, sage and a wee bit of garlic. Maybe onions if my garlic is less than perfect. I haven't checked. I'm not the most avid recipe follower. This will become apparent as this blog progresses.

As for the bunnies, you'll find out how we do and how they taste. Maybe tonight, probably tomorrow.