Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail

Hopping down the bunny trail, hippity, hoppity, Easter's on it's way. Except last night I ate the Easter Bunny! Apparently, when I married Matt I took him directly out of the woods and he hasn't quite adapted yet. Wednesday it rained so he went to his boss's camp for the day and low and behold he brought me back a rabbit. A dead rabbit. Part of my wifely duties is to cook the food that my man has so graciously provided for our family. With his help and many tears later (I actually cried most of the time I was cooking it) it turned out alright. It wasn't the worst thing I've ever eaten, but it wasn't anything I'll crave. I will say we made a mean gravy (watch out Mother-In-Law, I'm catching up). As we enter lent and the arrival of the Easter bunny in awaited by many children, I apologize. The Easter Bunny is no longer with us-he's in my belly!!