HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!
Well, just wanted to put a sweet image in my blog in case you don’t have colored eggs or flowers or bunnies hopping through your yard. We certainly don’t,
Now I’ll tattle on mama.
One Easter she offered her guests little crisp morsels of fried rabbit in Marsala and toasted pine nuts (which, by the way, is a really good dish) but some of the guests were horrified that she would serve rabbit on Easter and refused to eat it.
Silly billies, I could have helped them easily.
Fortunately, there was a first course of shrimp remoulade so that’s what they got..again.
It was that or peanut butter sandwiches, mama said, haha. She’s ruthless, that cook.
We had a chicken today, I think. At least whatever it was, it had no ears….
We hope you had a Happy Easter!
Oh, boy, did we ever…sun and surf although we can’t go to the surf because it is closed off, but we have good imaginations.
That’s what we had, Loulou – chicken and lemon risotto (leftovers!) Papa said lamb is traditionally served at Easter and mama said – baaaaaaa – NO!!! Chicken is the only meat she will cook (except seafood) – even my Dogador hamburger was chicken! But Ooooooh – was it ever GOOD! I have a feeling mama will find a substitute for chicken and that will be over too. I’d better hide the ingredients in my kibbles!!!
Oh, mama does the same thing, but she IS cooking meat for papa’s birthday, as he has not quite followed the path to carrot kibble yet, haha.
Happy Easter!
And and you YOU, Ellen, and all the kitties.
Mom says when she walks the trail behind my house she sometimes sees wild bunnies, but that doesn’t do me any good ’cause she doesn’t let me outside to go after them. Tee hee hee. Happy Easter ma petite francaise!
Well, maybe it’s better than way…you might want to bring it in as a present……
Well, when we lived on the farm “the men” went hunting…rabbit, squirrel, pheasant, woodchuck, and – yes – rabbit. Tastes like chicken, right ?
The irony is my Uncle Ralph (RIP) would go deer hunting in PA and never get anything. Now he could sit on the porch and hit ’em with a rock, there are so many around. Canada geese too.
Oh, mama is from hunting land…wild turkeys, deer, you name it. And she used to eat rabbit, a wonderful dish made with mustard and cream but nowadays, she just can’t do it because all the little animals are on display in the butchers and she says rabbits resemble….er….well….me.
Nice ears Loulou! I don’t think we’d do the bunny hop either!
I’d rather beat my feet on the Mississippi mud, haha.