Now I know our little rodent friends are cunning - tasty and cunning. And they know they are tasty and that's why they have to be cunning. Rabbits are one of the tastiest things that exist and this excessive tastiness has necessitated the development of a few strategies of survival to stop them being devoured into exctinction.
Their first strategy, and perhaps most famous, is the concept of breeding like rabbits. Yep, they are pretty good at keeping the numbers up in the way nature intended. They are also damn fast runners, can hop, bite, scratch and dig in order to escape and they also have a keen sense of hearing and smell. It's a wonder anybody manages to catch one at all.
But then of course we have guns.
So what cunning strategy has the rabbit devised to make sure he isn't mankind's favoured prey?
Size, they just make themselves the worst size possible.
A few people I have spoken to about these furry juice balls say they don't eat them because of the bones. Rabbits are pretty bony and if you don't like sucking meat off a piece of bone then they are not for you - I however love meat on the bone and their boniness is no defence against me.
Nor is being fluffy and cute. I don't care what they look like, they're going in the pot.
But what they have done is become irritatingly sized. Too small to be enough for a family and just too big for one person to want to eat a whole one. The average rabbit is perfectly sized for one and a half people to have for dinner - and I don't know any half sized people to invite round.
If I had two rabbits I could probably feed three, but I don't, I only have one and that's the quandry. Do I gorge myself and force down that last quarter or do I keep it for breakfast? And this is probably why most people don't eat rabbit more often - nothing to do with fluffiness or bones, it's just because they are impractical. If somebody were to breed a giant super rabbit then I think they may take over from chickens as the meat of choice. Especially if they could breed them to be really ugly so that children wouldn't complain about murdering Thumper or Bugs Bunny.
That's the plan - I shall genetically engineer giant ugly super rabbits and make my fortune. I'll be the Bernard Matthews of the cony world - bootiful.
Now let's all sing along: "Bright eyes, burning like fire..."
Excellent it was too, simple but delicious.
Chocolate Steamed Pudding: I was wondering if Tesco's were going to redeem themselves after the awful pie of yestderday. This wasn't too bad. Two for a quid as well. More steamed puds to follow I think.
Navarin De Lapin
Little Plain Flour
1 Tbsp Olive Oil
1 Stick Celery
1 Clove of Garlic
4 Small Turnips
100ml Chicken Stock
1 tsp Dijon Mustard
1 tsp Herbs de Provence
1 Glass White Wine
Salt and Pepper
*All quantities are very approximate and for 1 1/2 people