This past Sunday we held the Great American Bunny Hunt 2012 at our house.  Cliff and his friends went out like Elmer Fudd looking for wascally wabbits.  They took our dog, who I'll introduce you to in a later post, which is actually a bird dog, but apparently points rabbits and squirrels, too.  They were gone for about an hour, and came back with two rabbits.  I had the house to myself for a minute to catch up on facebook and spend some time with my Kindle.  So, I thought this arrangement was great.  They were enjoying their time and I was enjoying mine.  But, I didn't realize that they had plans for my time when they were done.

So, they dressed the two rabbits they had bagged and brought them in, soaking in salt water.  Then so politely asked me to cook them.  My options were: a) watch the Chiefs game or b) fry rabbits.  I chose the rabbits.

After Googling what I should even do once I got to the kitchen, I set off on a mission.  First, was cutting the meat off into small pieces for frying.  Disgusting.  I kept trying to tell myself that rabbit is a delicacy in some parts of the world.  Surely it is, right?  And I just tried to block from my mind that the first use of my brand new slicing knife from my brand new, nice, cutlery set Christmas gift was on wild game.

Next, I soaked the meat chunks in buttermilk overnight. Apparently, this tenderizes the meat and keeps it moist.  Then breaded them in flour with salt, pepper, and garlic, then fried them up...country style.  After that, I put them in the oven on the lowest setting until the guys were ready to eat.

Here's how they turned out.