Saturday, January 28, 2006

Food Guilt

Veal Parmagiana for dinner.

Sooooooo good.

I don't care if it's politically incorrect in the US. I love it. And I can find veal easily here in France.

And I promise never to eat meat from a boucherie chevaline (horse butcher). That counts, right?

(Sorry Dee. I know. It makes me sick every time I pass it on the street. The poor little horse on the sign--he looks so happy. If he only knew.)

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6 Comments:

At 7:18 AM, January 29, 2006, Blogger Sammy said...

Uh, I missed somehting. What's politically incorect about veal parmagiana? It's God awful GOOD.

 
At 8:05 AM, January 29, 2006, Blogger La Rêveuse said...

Killing baby cows. It's OK if you give them a chance to grow up before you eat them, but killing babies just to eat them is somehow distasteful. This would likely explain why veal is hard to find and expensive in the US. It didn't used to be, but now it is rare to find it on menus, and uncommon in the supermarkets.

But, the French seem to eat anything--they don't care too much for the animals' feelings. Not like most Americans do, but they can feel a little bit superior by not eating babies, I guess.

I love it. And it was good--really good. Dr. B just about literally inhaled it--I had to ask him to slow down because by the time I got to the table with my plate, half of his was gone already.

 
At 4:52 PM, January 30, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't figure out the politically incorrectness of veal parmagiana?? Have it here a lot...so good.....B

 
At 4:54 PM, January 30, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You must be going to the wrong restaurants stateside. Served regularly in most of the fine dining restaurants

 
At 5:35 PM, January 30, 2006, Blogger La Rêveuse said...

You must have never lived in Madison.

I got lectured once at a cop bar (the Caribou, on East Johnson) for eating a hamburger by some little freaky hippie boy drinking whiskey on the rocks and acting just too cool for school.

I grinned as I told him stories of my dad hanging deer, elk and moose carcasses from the rafters of our garage every winter, while burger grease was dripping down my arm.

Man, those were good burgers.

 
At 2:38 PM, January 31, 2006, Blogger La Rêveuse said...

Note: to clarify, just in case the ND Game and Fish department is so bored at work they are reading my blog.

He didn't have a moose or elk every year. He had something pretty much every year, usually venison (deer), which I don't like to eat. I preferred the elk and moose. He never shot anything illegally.

The part that shocked the weird hippie was the fact that I've seen carcasses butchered close up and it doesn't bother me at all to eat animals. He was likely the grew-up-in-the-suburbs type who only ate meat out of a styrofoam tray.

 

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