We found a rabbit stuck in our fence once before, but he had expired. This one was still alive when Michael went to water the ducks this morning. Michael tried to free him, but he had injured himself so badly he would not survive once disentangled.

That left the issue of what to do with him. Michael put him out of his misery and I undressed him.

Previously, I have dredged the pieces in seasoned flour and made a stew. This time I marinaded the bits in a dry vermouth/Dijon mustard/shallot/rosemary mix for about 4 hours. Then browned the bits in olive oil. Put the marinade in the searing pan (after removing the bits) and added chicken broth. Bits back in sauce and simmered for an hour or so. Once tender, I fished the bits out and put the sauce onto a brisk simmer, until reduced to about a quarter of its original volume. While this was happening, I boiled our favorite noodle and wilted spinach in some more olive oil. When the sauce was sufficiently reduced, I added a splash of cream and put the bits (now boned) back in the sauce. Layered, it was quite fine.

I forgot the food porn part until half way through dinner.

Persephone and Irene shared in our bounty. It all served as a lovely reminder of the luck that has followed us through 32 years of marriage (as of today) and all the blessings rained upon us, as well as the generosity of others. We thank you Mr. Bunny. We thank you all.

We look forward to feeding this one and her mommy.  We’ll have to wait to sustain her dad until summer comes. — We look forward to feeding this one and her mommy. We’ll have to wait to sustain her dad until summer comes.