I've never had rabbit. My mom told me she would never serve me rabbit because she ate so many during the depression that the thought of it made her sick to her stomach.
She wasn't the only one. My maternal grandmother wouldn't eat rabbit either. She said when they were first married, they didn't have much money and my granddad killed jack rabbits and she made them into canned sausage. She said she ate so much jack rabbit sausage those first years that she never wanted anymore rabbit.
I have never seen rabbit in a grocery store in this part of the country, but I'll never forget the winter (1971-72) that we spent in Des Plaines, IL, when I was going to Northwestern University. One day in the supermarket's frozen food section I noticed a package that was "one whole rabbit, cut up". Three pounds,
imported from Poland. I could not imagine why a rabbit would be imported when we have so many in this country. But I bought that, my wife fried it, I took two bites, and threw it all in the garbage. It
looked good, it was tender, and it tasted like it had been fried in last year's left over fish frying oil.

Terrible taste. I don't know whether it had thawed and spoiled on the way over or what, but that was the only rabbit I ever tasted that I didn't like. Rabbit is good fried, barbecued, grilled, in stew, dumplings, boned and ground up to make sandwiches. In fact, rabbit can be cooked anyway you would cook a chicken and will be as good or better.
But I found there was no profit to be made raising rabbits in my area. In the month leading up to Easter, I could sell everything I had, but the rest of the year . . . ., all my family liked rabbit to eat, and some friends from France and Germany wanted to buy a few to eat. But that was about all.