Veal. Who cares if they spend their lives in crates? It's not like foie gras geese who are force fed until their livers rupture (although I would eat that two if I liked the way it tasted.) I made Osso Bucco for the first time on Saturday and it was delicious. Jess and I have found ourselves a butcher. His name's Bill and he works at John Dewar & Company in Newton Centre. He's "one of us," meaning he's gay (not an alcoholic.) We made Grilled Tuna Steak Teriyaki the following night, and while it was perfectly prepared, I did not care for the tuna-teriyaki combo. I'm new to the whole fish thing anyway (eating fish, not pussy.)I'm off for a Physical Therapy appointment at 7:30 this AM. Gotta remember to shave my tits. Don't want Joe to see the stubble when he does the ultrasound on my shoulder...
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