...tastes just like chicken.
I don't know if my mom had a weird sense of humor or what, but we frequently had rabbit for Easter dinner. And around Christmastime, she would sometimes make this delicious cold roast beef, and serve it with mustard and crackers. I found out years later that it was beef tongue. She waited until my brother and I were out of the house to strip off the tastebuds.
This year we're eating the best kind of holiday meal... food cooked by someone else.
(update-ish): I just noticed the twisted little Easter visual vignette going on here at the top of my blog...half chewed chocolate bunnies and a cute yellow fuzzy chick carrying a pistol. Hee.