Hares have been associated with gods, goddesses, witches, fertility, and all manner of other myth and legend. For me, from this night onwards, hares are associated first and foremost with the best animal flesh I have ever eaten. Seriously, I should just give up on the whole food thing now as I don’t think I’ll ever cook myself something this good again. I’ve had grouse, considered by some the best thing on two legs; I’ve had wagyu beef, considered by some the best thing on four legs… Hare is, I suppose, somewhere between the two and four legged and fittingly, in flavour it is much like grouse, yet in tenderness and absolute melt-in-the mouth divinity it is much like wagyu. Admittedly I probably haven’t had the best grouse there is, and never having been in Japan I’ve certainly never had the best wagyu there is. Though, my first hare ever, bought from the local butcher, have I had the best hare there is?

I’ll write up the full details of my roast hare experience in time, it’ll probably take a week or two given how little “spare” time I tend to have. It was quite a production as well, so isn’t going to be simple to get into words. In the meantime the following photo will have to suffice.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare