Sharon Lloyd column: Beware unexpected gifts
I'M used to having packages left by my back door, from the postman's parcels to bags of toys for my youngest from friends. So when I saw a plastic bag the other morning I picked it up , had a little feel and guessed it was a couple of mackerel from one of blokey's friends who'd spent the night fishing.
I took it in the kitchen, already planning how to cook it, but when I opened the bag there was a dead rabbit staring back at me. I threw the bag and ran!! It certainly woke me up — definitely NOT the mackerel I was hoping for.
Another of his fiends had been hunting and dropped the rabbit off for him, unfortunately I got to it first. The friend in question had to come back and skin the poor thing as we had no idea what to do, and I was now left with a completely new kitchen experience, cooking rabbit stew. I have cooked with meat for years, but found this quite a squeamish experience.
Chicken, beef and lamb seem so much easier to handle. I mentioned my predicament on Facebook and as a result my dead, skinned rabbit now had a name, Thumper. It made it much, much worse.
I had a Bear Grylls moment trying to cut the poor thing up to cook with, and instantly realised I wouldn't survive very long at all if I were stranded in the forest.
But, I got Thumper into a pan and made quite a nice meal . . . but my eldest opted for pizza and the youngest said it would be like eating one of the guinea pigs so he had pizza as well! I had one bowl of stew and really worked hard imagining it was chicken, it made me feel far less guilty, and the dog had an unexpected treat.
The next time I find a bag outside the back door I will be far more cautious when I open it, and I don't think rabbit will be on the menu again for a while.