There was a sweet little bunny in the corner of the kitchen
the other day. My first thought was just
that ‘awe how cute! A fuzzy little rabbit just like in Elijah’s book I read him. Then I realized oh….oh no. I knew I needed to go get the camera to get a
picture of this little guys last moments on earth.
But I was busy myself cooking in the
kitchen. I had forgot about the little
furry critter, until I could hear a buzz of people outside the house. Then I knew it was too late to take a
picture. The neighborhood of friends had
gotten wind that the rabbit would soon be ready.
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| not the bunny one of the pigs |
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| In the kitchen -heads up! |
One day I was busy looking around for something in the
kitchen, not taking in my surroundings.
I stood up from where I had been searching and nearly smacked my head on
a chunk of pig! Since I have been in
Haiti there have been 2 pigs and a rooster and the rabbit, he has cooked. I am also pretty sure probably a cat –
Raphael brought a bowl of meat into the house one night but that time he didn’t
mention sharing it with me. Of course it
could have just been spicy too. Which by
the way is the case with most of the meat, I usually don’t eat any because it
is too spicy!
I did try the rabbit and it wasn’t too bad but all I could
see was his cute little fuzzy face eating his last carrot in the corner of the
kitchen and I couldn’t eat another bite.
You may be horrified or maybe you have lived on a farm and this is just
the cycle of life. I know for myself it
is just the way it works here and life as we know it in Haiti. But I gotta tell you when I catch wind of
them cooking up the next piece of meat.
I try and stay clear of the kitchen or the crowd that is gathered around
the excitement. I wait inside; then I
too can enjoy my share of the tasting when it is hot and cooked and on a plate.
I had to post this today. Because I saw TiBo heading out into the field today with 2 big knifes in his hands. I think we will be having some pork later today.
