My husband’s uncle used to raise rabbits for the table. They were always named after his siblings and other family members so he could shock people by saying, “We had Thelma for dinner last night!”
It’s actually way simpler than the sort of middle American casserole my mom’s generation grew up cooking. Season and sear a chicken, chuck it in a pot with vegetables and half a bottle of leftover cheap burgundy and wait. It looks and sounds and tastes fancy but isn’t hard. And it’s relevant that it’s an older bird, it’s “coq” because the long, slow stewing in wine was ideal for tough old birds like roosters.
Oh hey you’re mean as well as racist! I checked your posting history and just wanted to let you know, I can’t see whatever nasty thing you reply to this. Have fun!
Surprisingly accurate for a certain era in the 90’s! emerge after 17 years, spin around on your back in the middle of the street, terrify people with your appearance but in actuality be a harmless child of the suburbs!
I was that way with goats. Never found it hard to make them into BBQ after being knocked over a few times.