Meat is murder, tasty, tasty murder

612.jpgWhile in South Australia I found this fantastic cookbook from, ‘Great South Australian Restaurants’. Best idea ever. It happened to have the recipe for the meal I ate in the French restaurant La Guillotine. The meal was amazing so I excitedly copied the recipe down (along with quite a few others). And I’m attempting it tonight.

I never buy meat at the butchers, but I had to buy veal and a lot of it. The guy was nice and found me what I needed, however I think I should’ve halved the recipe when I saw the amount. I was already somewhat embarrassed at my lack of knowledge and imposition on this very nice butcher so I bought the lot. It wasn’t quite as cheap as I would’ve liked. I now have a volume of meat equivalent to a small child’s head.  It is about the nicest looking meat I have ever cut, practically zero fat. But when you buy stock standard packs from the supermarket, it’s probably not that surprising.

Needless to say, we are inviting people over for dinner tonight.

4 Comments

  1. said:

    oo-er!

    I love cooking 🙂
    its so nice to find great recipes, especially those from a restaurant!

    Please let us know how it all goes 🙂

    January 22, 2008
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  2. said:

    ‘Meat is murder’, by ‘The Smiths’ is one of my favorite albums. And the guilt…

    Heifer whines could be human cries
    Closer comes the screaming knife
    This beautiful creature must die
    This beautiful creature must die
    A death for no reason
    And death for no reason is murder

    And the flesh you so fancifully fry
    Is not succulent, tasty or kind
    Its death for no reason
    And death for no reason is murder

    And the calf that you carve with a smile
    Is murder
    And the turkey you festively slice
    Is murder
    Do you know how animals die ?

    Kitchen aromas arent very homely
    Its not comforting, cheery or kind
    Its sizzling blood and the unholy stench
    Of murder

    Its not natural, normal or kind
    The flesh you so fancifully fry
    The meat in your mouth
    As you savour the flavour
    Of murder

    No, no, no, its murder
    No, no, no, its murder
    Oh … and who hears when animals cry ?

    January 22, 2008
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  3. said:

    And so, Rebecca’s transformation into a wife was complete.

    January 22, 2008
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  4. Tim said:

    I can just see you wrinsing your hands at 2 and 3 in the morning muttering “out, out damned spot”

    January 23, 2008
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