Saturday, July 29, 2006

My lucky rabbits toe?

Okay, so I have heard that if a bird poops on you it is good luck. Yeah, maybe if you are Diane Lane in “Under the Tuscan Sun” that is true. Really though, come on. It’s just something people say to make you feel better. Kind of like those oxygen masks in an airplane. They just give you something to do with your hands while the plane crashes. In reality, you waste money on a lottery ticket and walk around with a shit stain on your shirt or in your hair. Anyway you slice it, not good.

I am starting to wonder though if I don’t need to get a ‘lucky’ rabbits foot. I have had a couple signs, somewhat disturbing truth be told, lately that make me think I should. Or is it something I am telling myself so I am not so grossed out? For those of you who think eating rabbit is wrong, stop reading now. And if you do think it is wrong, just think about what they did in Australia will ya?

So a while ago, Little Lord Fauntleroy had us over for drinks and nibbles. Wanting to be a guest that gets invited round again, I asked if I could bring some pate or something. He said that would be fine. So I trotted off to the St. Lawrence Market to shop. I was thrilled to see such a fine array of pate! There was goose, duck, venison, rabbit and so on and so on. I decided on venison and rabbit as they sounded a little adventurous but not too out there.

Well, not all adventures end in success. Not only did neither taste any good, but on my last crack at the rabbit, I bit into a little bone, that was attached to another little bone, that was attached to a nail. Ummmmm, yeah. That’s right, there was a rabbit finger (is it a finger or a claw?) in it. And we were done with the pate. I still get invited back. They can’t all be winners.

The other night I made rabbit (that I lovingly marinated in vermouth, mustard, onion, garlic and other herbs and spices) for the boyfriend as he had never had it before. It was, tooting my own horn here, delicious! But again, I found the same little digit, cartilage, digit, cartilage, nail combo in my mouth. Yuck.

Is it good luck or just a sign to stop eating rabbit?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

It sounds like anything I serve you today will be an improvement.

5:23 AM  
Blogger Lance Morrison said...

Imagine if you were having a taste of the venison pate, and bit into a hoof.

6:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Three more toes and you'd have a stunning necklace. Keep eating the bunnies, there's lots of them out there.


6:20 PM  
Blogger With Love, Fat Girl said...

But bunnies are so.... furry and cute. And their noses twitch.

8:44 PM  

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