A shepherd boy told the following story to a passing traveler. His father, looking for a lost goat among the cliffs came upon a cave where he heard a cry from inside. Thinking it was his goat, he entered.
At the edge of the light that shone in from the entrance, he was surprised to find a child half buried by rocks. “Child how did you come to be here?” asked the father.
“I’m not a child. I’m a Gnome.” replied the gnome.
“A gnome?” the father said.
Upon closer examination he found it to be true and was shocked. He turned to leave as Gnomes where creatures of nightmares who stole children.
“Don’t leave me,” the gnome begged. “A terrible troll who dwells deep with in this cave will eat me.”
“Not very smart of you to enter then was it Gnome.” the father said thinking it an opportunity to take advantage and asked, “What will you do for me if I help you?”
“Free me. Carry me to my mount, that I may return home to my family. And when I heal I will find you and reward you generously.”
Father rubbed his chin. “Reward huh.”
“Please hurry we don’t have much time.” the gnome said.
Moving the rocks, the father freed the gnome. “Alright,” he said. “I will hold you to it. If you are lying to me I’ll find you and return you here.”
He picked up the little gnome to carry him out of the cave, but gnome wailed in pain. “My leg. It must be broken.”
A voice like grinding of bones sounded from deep within the dark of the cave. “Who dares to steal my lunch.”
The troll was mad as he was real with the theft of his lunch. He charged out of the darkness.
The father who never believed in gnomes let alone trolls, ran from the cave carrying the gnome, shouting the colloquial equivalent of , “Oh !@#$, oh !@#$!”
Rocks tumbled after him as he slid and hopped down the cliff. The father could hear the troll ambling behind him.
As he neared the base of the cliff he stepped on a loose rock. Down he went, head over feet over gnome he fell, and hit the ground hard. His head spun and blood trickled from his brow. He sat up for fear the troll would catch him.
Worried for his reward the father looked for the gnome. The gnome lay slumped over a rock, his breast down and eyes looking up, his little neck broken.
“GRRRAWWWWLLLL.” the troll was almost upon him.
The father turned to run and saw in front of him a large rabbit with a saddle on its back. He picked the rabbit up and ran.
Some distance away he no longer heard the troll in pursuit and slowed. Behind him was a stone statue of a troll. He wondered, what he was going to do with the saddled rabbit.
Not just a funny name, but a delicious stew.
1 Rabbit, Cut Into Pieces Or Substitute 1 Chicken
⅓ Cup Flour
4 Cloves Garlic, Finely Chopped
½ Cup Finely Chopped Shallots
1 Cup Dry Red Wine
1 Cup Water
¼ Cup Raisins
11 Black Peppercorns, Crushed
1 Bay Leaf
1 Sprig Fresh Rosemary
1 Sprig Fresh Thyme
2 Tbs Flour
½ Lb Bacon, Diced
Separate the legs from the saddle, and cut the saddle into two pieces, season with salt, pepper, and flour. Brown the rabbit in a pot. Then sweat the garlic and shallots. Add the currants peppercorns and herbs to the pot. Deglaze the pot with wine and water. Set to simmer for 30 min.
Finely chop the bacon and render it until it is crisp and delicious. Add the flour after you have eaten as much bacon as you think will not affect the flavor of the recipe. Use this bacon flour mixture to thicken the sauce of your Hasenpfeffer.