The moment his teeth shattered the crispy outer layer and sank into the tender flesh beneath, Asher's eyes widened perceptibly.
It was a revelation. The sensory input was overwhelming. The rich, unctuous flavor of the rendered rabbit fat melted instantly on the tongue, coating the palate. This was immediately followed by the sharp, aggressive salinity of the rock salt and the numbing, electric heat of the wild chili.
Asher had consumed wild hare before but he had never experienced it like this. The texture was the true marvel. Wild game was notoriously tough and stringy, often requiring long stewing to be palatable. But thanks to Ewan's method of slow roasting over consistent, low heat, the collagen had broken down perfectly. The meat was not chewy, it was tender, yielding effortlessly to the bite, and incredibly juicy.
