Eating Rabbit

Truth be told I’m a little squeamish about eating rabbit.  No matter how well disguised I have a definite withdrawal response about it.

Totally irrational, I know. I put it down to being told that skinned, deheaded, defooted and detailed a cat looks very like a rabbit when you see it on a butcher’s slab.

And that was just a little irrational kink of mine until J came across this story that in Italy, immediately after the second world war, butchers used to leave one foot, with the fur on, on rabbits that they sold dressed ready for cooking – just to show that they really were rabbit and not cat …

 

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IT professional, ex research psychologist, blogger, twitterer, and amateur classical and medieval historian ...
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