Then yesterday Signora Alma pitched up at the gate bearing gifts. I would have liked to have shown all the rabbit, but she had only killed and skinned it yesterday morning and the bag was full of blood. She left in the lights. Lord knows what we will do with them. Any ideas Diplo?
Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Bye bye bunny
Then yesterday Signora Alma pitched up at the gate bearing gifts. I would have liked to have shown all the rabbit, but she had only killed and skinned it yesterday morning and the bag was full of blood. She left in the lights. Lord knows what we will do with them. Any ideas Diplo?
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Chop it up into smaller pieces and saute with a few shallots in some olive oil. serve with some of your fresh peas, Ricard's spuds and a glass of my Marenco white, chilled. Cheers. I.E.
Yes, but what about the rabbit?
Thanks Fred. You've just made me laugh so much I've chucked coffee over the Unmitigated Keyboard. AGAIN.
He started it; wa'n't me Miss.
I should leave the head on with the lights intact.
I knew he'd know.
I don't like the look of that at all. Reminds me of something I had to do on the third Thursday of every month......
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