Now, I've said that I like languages and traveling and the like. I'm not affraid to try anything once, or I might be afraid but would do it anyway... that's where the rabbit comes in, well, not only the rabbit but the scenario was quite strange. ~~~
I was in France 2 summers ago so I was only 14 and staying with some friends of ours in Nice (southern France). Francoise was just getting ready to open her new flower shop so I mainly stayed at the house and hung out then everyone from the shop would come to the house for dinner around 9 or 10 at night. Well, one night she decided to cook rabbit for dinner. Ive had rabbit before and think its delicious so I thought that was great. It was then that Francoise asked me and her brother Pierro to prepare it. Pierro speaks very little english and I speak very little french so that was an adventure in and of itself. He came outside from the kitchen carrying these two skinned rabbits which looked so disgusting I couldn't believe I actually enjoyed eating it. Then he started babbling to me and making weird gestures which I didn't understand. Finally, he walked up to me with a limp rabbit, slapped it on the table and started twisting its head off. Of course you can hear every bone break and the ligaments tear...oh it was so disgusting I almost got sick. The head wouldn't come off so he had to sort of rip it off and then just toss it to the side. He motioned for me to do the same and I just said no, I couldn't deal with it. So we had the rabbit that night and as long as I didn't think of rolling rabbit heads, I thought it tasted good. While I promote trying anything once, I have my limits. I could have slit the rabbit and cleaned it without much difficulties but the ripping off of the head was just too much. Dinner was great but the company was a bit creepy...actually no, a lot creepy. However, I shall save that for the next story. France gave me so many interesting and bizarre stories to write about. lol ~Leah
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