... that's the veal stew song.
I have been being such a bum. I ate out this past weekend, at Panera Bread (damn you Panera!) and at... crap I don't remember. Somewhere in Pensacola on Saturday.
I needed to cook.
Something fabulous.
Something that would fill my house with a delicious aroma that would remind me that yes, I do in fact like to cook, and I don't suck at it.
Nope, I don't suck at it at all.
I have been being such a bum. I ate out this past weekend, at Panera Bread (damn you Panera!) and at... crap I don't remember. Somewhere in Pensacola on Saturday.
I needed to cook.
Something fabulous.
Something that would fill my house with a delicious aroma that would remind me that yes, I do in fact like to cook, and I don't suck at it.
Nope, I don't suck at it at all.
Whilst perusing the aisles of the great Publix, I found veal.
Don't give me that PETA BS. Have you ever had veal? It would change your mind.
No, they don't raise the baby cows in dark boxes, in underground dungeons or whatever dark thoughts you have about it. I can't feel bad about veal, because I love lamb. And that would just be a double standard. I used to be a vegetarian, for serious. For quite some time. But... look. If we aren't supposed to eat animals, then why are they made of meat? ;)
I get it. I get how some people can feel bad about it. But to me, we're all animals. Animals eat other animals. When you watch Discovery, do you want to scold that leopard for eating that baby gazelle? Do you want to tell him that he could get his protein from chickpeas? That leopard would scratch your face off.
Lesson being: Don't try to separate me from my veal, I suppose. I think I got off track.
VEAL.
Tonight I made veal stew. Veal, zucchini, celery, potatoes, carrots, onion, vegetable stock, butter, smoked salt, peppercorns, rosemary, thyme, and love.
Thickened at the end with a roux of butter, flour, and vegetable stock.
Don't give me that PETA BS. Have you ever had veal? It would change your mind.
No, they don't raise the baby cows in dark boxes, in underground dungeons or whatever dark thoughts you have about it. I can't feel bad about veal, because I love lamb. And that would just be a double standard. I used to be a vegetarian, for serious. For quite some time. But... look. If we aren't supposed to eat animals, then why are they made of meat? ;)
I get it. I get how some people can feel bad about it. But to me, we're all animals. Animals eat other animals. When you watch Discovery, do you want to scold that leopard for eating that baby gazelle? Do you want to tell him that he could get his protein from chickpeas? That leopard would scratch your face off.
Lesson being: Don't try to separate me from my veal, I suppose. I think I got off track.
VEAL.
Tonight I made veal stew. Veal, zucchini, celery, potatoes, carrots, onion, vegetable stock, butter, smoked salt, peppercorns, rosemary, thyme, and love.
Thickened at the end with a roux of butter, flour, and vegetable stock.
I am now off to watch the glory that is Anthony Bourdain and have a couple glasses of Gewürtzraminer. Happy Monday!
No comments:
Post a Comment