This is what happens when no one takes home the class pet folks. This little fellow and his cage mate were quite evil rats who had bitten both a student and teachers alike, and after a long deliberation, we decided that the most reasonable thing to do was to eat them. I'm also relatively certain they had engaged in homosexual relations, were communists, and did not recycle. These notably did not "taste like chicken"; I would say closer to pheasant if anything (still very mild). The texture is what I see as limiting the culinary potential here, which was an odd combination of stringy and tender... 50% or so of the meat is probably in the hindquarters, and none of it is terribly accessible. I've heard people say they are "greasy" before, but this was not true in this case anyway. They went for a nap with a curry-mint marinade and then onto the grill, which now that I've actually tried it, would say should be secondary to something like braising with a tomato-based sauce. Accompanied on the plate are an Indonesian rice salad and grilled sweet potatoes.
