“Good for you!” a woman in the checkout line exclaimed, looking at my purchases on the counter. “It’s 8 am, and after getting the kids up and taking them to school, I could use some myself.”
“What a strange reaction to green peas,” I thought. “She must like them a lot.”
And then I realized that she was looking at the humongous bottle of wine I bought to cook my rabbits. Normally I use sour cream but I can’t have any right now, so I got to get inventive. Rabbit tends to be on the dry side, so you have to infuse it with something.
I considered explaining this to the woman who must have decided I was a serious alcoholic but that seemed a bit insecure.
What’s really weird is that the only kind of rabbit I can buy here is “farmed in China.” This is crazy because we have crazy crowds of rabbits run around the area. Why nobody can figure out a way to hunt them locally is a mystery.