We had a couple of rabbit sausages in the freezer. Needed to eat them. Last time, they struck us as cookie-sweet, imbued with baking spices; over-imbued, actually.
Cranky thought they'd make a tasty, savory clafoutis (now that we are experts in this technique). Make the clafoutis batter without sugar, then, instead of fruit, stud the batter with gently sauteed coins of bunny bologna (heh), onion, shiitake mushrooms, herbs... AND prunes. I mean, after all, fruit is what inspired the first clafoutis.
Cranky brilliantly chopped the prunes (homegrown) off the pits, and then marinated them in manly whisky. Dang. It was buck.
So this all comes together, and the house smells like Mellors has been hunting and cooking.
The food was delicious, and I swear, I'd serve it in a restaurant. But I'm just wondering, do other people like eating sweetish, gamey "cake" for an entree?
Totally butch, if you ask me.