A bunny's demise

**Disclaimer** Do not read if you are a fan of the Easter bunny or do not have a twisted sense of humor. If you happen to fall in the latter category we need to seriously think about our friendship...

That being said let me tell you all about the braised rabbit with mustard sauce I made on Friday. The recipe is very basic, once the rabbit is broken down you have to season the meat, lightly flour and then brown the meat in a saute pan, braise in liquid made froma jus of browned rabbit bones, veal stock, and assorted vegtable.

But it is the breaking down that adds humor to the story. A bit of background,  rabbits in France are sold with their lungs, liver,  kidneys in the body cavity and the rabbits also still have their heads. This is not done just so French chefs can take their aggression out on the poor bunny; it is actually done because in the 1960's disease swept through the rabbits of France causing the organs and the head to become enlarged. Rabbits are sold with heads and organs intact to prove that the rabbit is not diseased.

This being said at 8:30 on Friday morning my basket of ingredients included this alien looking rabbit, without the cute tail and floppy ears the rabbit resembles the killer rabbit from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" The rabbit remised of his fuzzy bunny like qualities looked rather evil, don't you think.... 

 Anyway step one is take the meat cleaver and remove the rabbits head, this may sound like an easy task but cleavers are heavy so that you don't have to use a large back swing, well it being so early after a late night my neighbor forgot this fact and hacked at his rabbit causing blood to spatter all over Chef's jacket, not a way to beginning the day, we don't think his presentation grades will be good. And on the other side of me my friend Carter was whistling "Little Bunny Foo Foo". So after the head ios gone the legs come off and saddle is removed and cooked. The rest of the rabbit, minus the head are chopped up to make the base of the sauce. So needless to say: "Little bunny foo-foo hopping thought the Cordon Bleu, scooped up by students who are whacking off his head"

This is not a story you want to tell your children the week before easter, this week I also stuffed chicken breast with an egg mousse, I am being to think that the lesson planners at Le Cordon Bleu have as sick a sense of humor as I do, this could be a dangerous relationship.