I have an uncle in Wales who used to fish for trout and keep rabbits in the back garden. I have memories of trout baked with lots of garlic, enough to firmly announce it's presence as you walked through the door. As for the rabbits, it's strange how memories can trick you, just as Leonard in Momento says : "Memory's not even that good", because I seem to recall watching my uncle skin one of those rabbits in the kitchen, but I can't be sure. Probably his never ending teasing of me in regards to what those rabbits were for has planted this image in my head.
