Sometimes dinner is completely off the grid. Tonight’s rabbit was an example of that. Not purchased at a store or farmer’s market, simply gifted to me from generous friends who have local farmer friends. The dinners, over two nights, could not have embodied the essence of local more than that.
For the squeamish, let me tell you that a beautifully raised, local rabbit might strike you as tasting a whole lot like turkey. For the more adventurous, it is light, meaty and absolutely delicious. It is a protein entirely worth hunting down (albeit grocery shopping or the actual in-the-woods kind) to find responsibly-raised meat.
I wasn’t home last night and Hades took it upon himself to braise our rabbit with leeks and carrots and some decidedly non-local French vermouth. He served it with warm red cabbage, beet and apple salad and a butternut puree.
I cannot begin to express my bitter disappointment at not being home for this meal.