[Margaret Pilkington]

I had a boyfriend in the dim and distant past...he invited me to his parents place for tea.
The meal was to be rabbit pie...unfortunately his mother was laid low by a slipped disc and was unable to cook...so it was down to me. I think I might have been about 17.
What on earth made this lad think I was capable of cooking a rabbit pie? I don't quite know, but I casseroled the rabbit pieces(he did the chopping up of the rabbit) with carrot, shallots and some barley.
I made the pastry crust and we went out for the afternoon leaving the rabbit cooking in a slow oven....when we came back, I put the crust on the pie and peeled some spuds( this wasn't quite the romantic day I had thought it was going to be).......the rabbit pie was scoffed by everyone except me(I just had the veggies and gravy with my mash...and a bit of pie crust) His dad and his sister...(heck why didn't she do the cooking? She was out with her bofriend - that's why!) said the pie was delicious....and I could come and cook for them any day. That's one of the reasons he got dumped.......I didn't want to be cooking for someone else's family....I did enough og that at home.
So Rabbit doesn't have good memories for me.