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How To: Butcher a Rabbit
I remember watching my Dad and Grandpa Gibson clean and butcher 20 to 30 rabbits at a time after a long day of hunting on Grandpa’s Missouri farm. When I got old enough I was allowed to help skin the rabbits, but never hold the knife. Knowing my Dad and Grandpa, this concern was not for my safety, but for the enjoyment they garnered from butchering their own kill.

Happy Marriage Oyster Stew
Until I went from spinster to wife, I had never eaten fresh oysters. I grew up in small-town Missouri and the closest I ever got to an oyster before marriage, was picking it out of my Grandma Lula Mae’s Thanksgiving dressing. Knowing what I know now, I’m not sure which shoe bottom Grandma scraped the oysters for her annual “ode to the sea” dressing from. Every great cook has one misstep, and Grandma’s oyster dressing was her achilles heel.

Inspired by Loquats
Words and Styling by Libbie Summers Photography by Chia Chong A 6-year-old South African boy introduced me to the joy of loquat eating. My family moved to the southern most […]