09 December, 2006

a witch, a rabbit and a lemon (part 2)

The next morning, I awoke for work and went to the fridge and yes, the rabbit was still there, as was the lemon on the counter. I got to work and was still chuckling to myself over the whole incident. I asked some Spanish people at work if they had ever heard of such a thing. Of course they said sure, we eat rabbit in Spain and it´s the season for doing so now. I said that we eat rabbit in Kansas too, but old ladies don´t go around door to door with them. They suggested that maybe it was my little old landlord lady. Now she is the sweetest thing in the world, but I just cannot see her bringing us a dead rabbit since she has never so much as brought us anything except the bills. They also said that it´s hard work to skin a rabbit, so the fact that it was already skinned was a really nice gesture. I asked why it still had the fur around the feet, for decoration?? I was told that it´s really hard to get the fur off the feet, so you usually just cut them off before cooking. (I can just see my beautiful Elmer Fudd neice shaking her head matter of factly, like yup, when you kill the waskly wabbit it´s much easier if you just chop off the wittle cwitters feet.) And the lemon is to help kill the smell...

They said that it´s common here to give food items away if they have an abundance, like Francis Rupp giving my parents vegetables from his garden. This I can understand, but a rabbit?? I then remember my somehow related relatives giving my grandma extra kill (dove, in particular) during hunting season, but they were her nephews or something like that. It still puzzled me all through my classes. I even told one class of 17-18 year olds the story and they were all laughing at me, saying "What is the problem, Melinda, just cook it and eat it". I couldn´t stand it any longer and I called B and asked if he cooked it. He told me that the mystery was solved!

Earlier that morning, the little old lady came to the apartment and rang the bell. This time Bn answered it and through his little knowledge of the Spanish language gathered that the night before, the electricity in the hallway (you enter the apartments from the inside and there are no windows) was out and it was very dark, since the elevator wasn´t working she took the stairs and got mixed up on which floor she was on. She had now come to collect the rabbit and give it to the proper receipiant a floor below us. She had a good laugh about it and thanked B for not cooking it. Mystery solved and Mn will not be able to live this one down for awhile, since the woman had probably asked him if this "is floor 2, apartment 8" to which Mn replied "yes, thank you". I can just hear the conversation with the lady and her friend...ring ring, hello, did the nice african man in your apartment give you the rabbit?....long silence...then the reply..."what African man?"...

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