I don’t have a lot of experience with veal other than pounding the crap out of crappy veal to make scaloppine. But with our first veal, which is truly rose veal, as it was with it’s mum milking, eating hay and grass ready for slaughter around seven months. We couldn’t wait to fry one of these steaks up. So curious were we. The result? Beef! Flavor! Tender! A complete shock followed by excitement filled our dining room ( which we call “the mess” which also triples as our office and t.v. room okay and “the warm room”). Veal or Rose Veal or Baby Beef is good don’t let people tell you otherwise.

09 Jan This entry was published on January 9, 2013 at 3:53 pm. It’s filed under Fleshy Bits and tagged Beef, cooking, farming, food, Veal. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.