Lapin à la Moutarde (Mustard-baked Rabbit)
Saturday afternoon,
me (to Cedric): do you think that they left the brain in that whole rabbit I bought at the market today?
Cedric: did they chop the rabbit for you?
Me: yes
Cedric: well, then they probably didn’t even include the head
Sunday evening,
(after opening the package of chopped rabbit)
Cedric: hmm, look at that, they left the head
Cindy (wondering): yes, so about that brain…
Part 2-Don’t judge!
I see you looking at me, lady. Sitting in your car, judging the girl who is exiting the landscaped bushes in the gas station parking lot with a handful of branches. Look here—it’s rosemary and it’s growing everywhere! You’d have to be mad to buy it at the store! And that lavender bush planted next to it, the emblem of Provence? When my next recipe calls for lavender, I’ll be back in the bushes with my kitchen shears, thank you very much.
Part 3- Measuring success (in my head)
Yup, turns out that 8 centiliters is not equivalent to a cup of white wine (the online converter tells me it's more like 3 ounces)
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