I was staying with my aunt and uncle in France when I was around sixteen, after about 12 years of vegetarianism, due mainly to my squeamishness, and we went to my aunt’s mother in law’s (my grandmother/great aunt in law?) for dinner. My aunt was desperate for me to behave perfectly because of some family drama I was too young for and made me promise to eat the dinner.

My uncle’s mother was a rural French woman born in ~1910 who was not familiar with the concept of vegetarianism (or maybe she was being an asshole to my aunt, but she seemed very sweet to me, just extremely formal), so she prepared whole rabbits just for me to avoid all of the examples my aunt listed.

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen or eaten rabbit meat, but it looks like a dead cat with tons of tiny bones and tastes oppressively gamey and greasy. I know how it tastes because I’m a fucking bro, but it was awful. I couldn’t eat the whole portion I was given, but we implied that I had my period, which she accepted and changed the conversation topic asap.