Looking Jumpy

Today I present a poem that incorporates the Wea’ve Written Weekly poetry prompt by the POW Sylvia Cognac to write a Shadorma using the theme of a favorite food(s) to prepare and/or eat. As a bonus I snuck in a couple prompts from MoonCatBlue’s House of Mayhem of the Mind Scavenger Hunt using prompts:#28 – division, #29 – Rabbits are thematically important, and #35 – write an old-school Xanga post about anything.

My first meal
To impress daddy
Fried rabbit
Like chicken
Nailed the Home Ec. assignment
My mother was proud

Leap year New Year’s Day
A rabbit
Baked en Crème
We have a sense of humor
And rabbit tastes good

We count off
To divide the legs
No rabbit
Just chicken
Because it’s not a leap year
Rabbit costs too much

I haven’t changed my blogging style from Xanga to Word Press – not one iota. I still do writing prompts, and poetry, and usually include a little about what I was thinking, doing, feeling. As for the poem – it is truth. My 8th grade home Ec. teacher assigned us to prepare a family meal and get input from a family member. My father loved rabbit (we all did) and it was a treat to have it. So I decided to make fried rabbit. I fussed and fretted and cooked that rabbit to perfection! My father didn’t dole out many compliments but he wrote a glowing report and my grade was an A+. That was a long long time ago. Once I was married, I introduced Sparky to lots of foods that never appeared on his family’s table – rabbit being one of them. I was able to purchase them from the store. Fast forward to 2020. No rabbit anywhere. I’m holding onto hope that in 2024 (the next leap year) I’ll be able to source some…


72 thoughts on “Looking Jumpy

      1. Oh! Sold?! No! No Rabbis for sale!! We live in a more rural area (considering we are near a bigger city) and get rabbit every now and again. Just not since the pandemic… I suppose if I want rabbit I’ll have to contact a couple people I know who hunt or raise rabbits…

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    1. Too bad – both for not having had rabbit and for not having a bunny as a pet! I guess growing up in a farming community we made a sharp distinction between meat rabbits and “Thumper”. Same was true of venison and “Bambi”!


      1. My mom wanted a skunk for a pet and before dad finished the cage she put it in and it got out. Dad was furious as I think it had been de-scented.


        1. Hehe! Skunks don’t make really good pets. You can take out the scent glands in the back but they have them in their skin and so they always have that faint and distinct aroma of skunk… I think you Dad was deep down glad it got away!


            1. *shakes head* Most animals see a skunk from a distance and nope out of the area – so not entirely defenseless. Plus they have very sharp claws and pointy sharp teeth that can inflict some major damage…


  1. I enjoyed your poem. My family has oysters every New Year. Mom makes black-eyed peas. When I was younger, I thought that those smoked oysters were an expensive treat. When I became an adult, I was like, I can afford these.

    I really like lamb if it’s cooked properly. We have that on Easter Sunday every year.

    I miss Xanga. I haven’t changed my writing style either. Still, I wish the site would come back.


    1. In my 20’s I lived for two 3-month stretches in Friday Harbor, WA. Rabbits ran wild, and were free for the taking. My then-husband hunted for rabbit on days when we didn’t eat fish from the bay. I cooked it in several different ways, all good.

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        1. We used to eat dinner and clean up, then go fishing for tomorrow’s dinner! It was wonderful. The rabbit was only occasional, and for a change of pace.

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            1. I think you’re remembering the “Tundra Buggy” in Churchill, MB, Canada, where we were viewing polar bears — buses on polar bear sized tires that run on decaying roads (from WWII era) on the tundra. In the Antarctic, the ground transportation we used was shanks mare (i.e. legs).


    1. Punam, rabbit “tastes like chicken” and most people like it until they discover what it is… My mother and grandmother encouraged us to help in the kitchen. And of course in school (in the late 1960s and early 1970s) girls were expected to become homemakers so we were taught to cook and sew. When I was in HS I did continue to take Home Economics because I disliked typing class! My sons never took any cooking classes but I taught them to cook – thankfully they absorbed enough that they are able to cook for themselves (and others) but that’s another story!

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    1. Yep, I’ve had that too! Hassenpfeffer is a favorite dish but is hard to find in the US. We have a German restaurant, Weiss’ Gasthaus, that will have it as a Chef’s Special every so often. And it is very good!


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