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72 Why Eating Alone Is Fortunate No recipe for loneliness, still each small task should be undertaken deliberately: clean and quarter rabbit, le lapin, putting liver aside as future delicacy (tomorrow: sear in skillet, salt and enjoy). Chop shallots, sauté in huile d’olive. Arrange pieces in a logical composition. Brown one side quickly, turn, brown again. Lower heat, douse liberally with local vin blanc, cover and simmer one hour. Pour another drink. This is crucial to season appetite, introduce music to private thoughts. Stare into sunset, appreciate a magpie’s melancholy. Go in and pour another. Top rabbit with oyster and morel mushrooms, shake skillet to loosen drippings. As wicked impulse add cream (and a pinch of sanbal—who can stop you?). Drop fresh gnocchi into boiling stock. By the time the table’s set for one, tomato and bread thinly sliced, glass of wine poured, readiness is all. Be unsparing with garnish—basil, parsley whatever the mind may conceive. The sad etiquette of solitude, however, what conversation may follow, these require an artistry not considered here so remain your own concern. Bon apetit. ...

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