Revealing veal

I am back. The weekend is upon us, for what that is worth. I came across a funny word. REVEAL. It is funny. I do not recall "vealing" the first time, so how it is a "reveal"? How do you "veal"?

I did have a great veal sandwich, er sangwitch, on Saturday. A hot, Italian veal on a bun with mushrooms and cheese. Well, I had ordered onions instead of cheese, but somehow got cheese. I did not know that until I bit into it at home. At that point, I said "Fuck it! I am not going to drive in the snow to exchange my sandwich. I can eat cheese instead of onions, no biggie." Did I mention it was a great sangwitch?

The Lad had the meatball sandwich. He seems to prefer those. I am not sure why. He has had the steak sandwich (as I have I) with mushrooms and he liked it. He has the chicken sandwich, which is like the veal only with a chicken cutlet (I felt that I had to explain the obvious). I am not sure why he does not seem to want to try the veal.

It cannot be a veal issue. I have seen him order and eat veal parmagiana. He enjoys that, so it cannot be a "veal" issue. Oh well, he does not know what he is missing.

The Wife, however, does not eat veal. When I ask "why", I just do not get an answer, or at least a coherent one. The Wife had the eggplant sandwich. She likes that one with mushrooms and peppers. Now, I can recall her eating the chicken and the meatball sandwiches.

I need to get to the bottom of her aversion to veal (and chicken, turkey, duck, pork, lamb, goat, venison, and beef that has not been cooked to death. It has to stem from how MIL cooked. She made a lot of ground veal dishes and veal stews. Those overcooked and flavourless, poor textured dishes would do it for me. Her veal stew was okay in texture, it did lack for flavor, and vegetables, though.

Well, it is time for me to go play detective. Just call me "Inspector Fuzz". Figure it out, damn pre-juvenile joke. Have a wooly weekend! Ciao!