New York: What Next?

RABBITS are supposed to be easy to kill. The French dispatch them with a sharp knife to the throat. A farmer in upstate New York swears that a swift smack with the side of the hand works. Others prefer a quick twist of the neck.

It didn’t seem so easy at the rabbit-killing seminar held in a parking lot behind Roberta’s restaurant in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn in November.
full article at the New York Times


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Recipe: Rabbit Loin with Bitter Greens

Recipe: Tuscan Rabbit Ragù

Holly Henderson for The New York Times

Rabbit leg stuffed with egg, bacon and offal. 

from the New York Times, global taste-makers of Yuppie International.

Illegal Bunny Problem

I have a confession to make: I had an illegal bunny for my last semester at college. For the longest time this was a source of great delight and a certain perverse pleasure in doing something that is expressly forbidden (sound familiar?) which I thought perfectly harmless. But this journey so far has made me change my mind.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Moonbun, who is one of the best bunnies in the world, in my totally unbiased opinion. But unfortunately, deception is a sin – not just lying, but any kind of lying by omission, even if it is for as innocent a purpose as housing a cute bunny for a semester who would not otherwise have anywhere to go. You would think that, as someone who is affiliated with Australia, I would have learned the lesson of Australia: namely, do not bring bunnies where they do not belong. However, I did not heed the lesson of Australia, and my bunny caused me quite a bit of trouble by biting through the wire of my computer charger.

Now my computer is from a large conglomerate that charges a lot of money for replacement chargers, and I am a poor recent grad who is spending her life savings on circumnavigating the globe. So I reasoned that if I didn’t tell them that a bunny chewed through the wire I would be doing no great wrong, when I asked for a free replacement charger. Not true. $80 is not worth exchanging for deception, as it turns out.

So when I went on this journey I kind of subconsciously forgot my charger (I know, BAD PLANNING!). And for the first two weeks I had to sheepishly explain my bunny story to various people who had compatible chargers. Then finally when I reached Iowa I realized that this was just not going to happen because non of my cousins had compatible chargers, and I had to buy one – and I paid the tax and the commission on Best Buy, and also sort of had to go around with tail between legs because I had a) lied to my dorm about not having a bunny b) lied to the computer company that a bunny did not chew through my charger wire. Sigh.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time!

Moonbun, who was named after the Bunny in the Moon.

Moonbun, disguised by my mother as William Shakespeare for the final move out of the dorm.

This is what happens when you Skype your Bunnie

Raphael

There was once a small bunnie in Perth
Who was born on the day of his birth
And he made us so well
He was called Raphael
For he met us to mete out our Derth