Lots of serious grill aficianados think of steak, particularly, a big, thick T-Bone, as the ultimate summer dinner.
When we first moved to France we just assumed that the preference was for thin steaks as we never saw one more than 1/2" thick… And most were thinner.
Se we had a nice, thick steak cut by the butcher, tossed it on the grill for a few seconds and couldn't chew it.
The beef is full of flavor and is fantastic in stews and braises.
And the thin steaks are actually delicious cooked on the grill… and reasonably tender.
But we finally learned to stop treating French beef like American beef.
The are equal but different.
When we want something special we opt for veal.
There's another difference. Our veal is not the pale milk-fed veal, but a deeper-colored, grass fred veal.
It's fantastic on the grill.
Veal Chops with Herbs, Lemon and Garlic
Preparation and cooking time: 35 minutes
- 2 veal chops, preferably center- cut and about an inch thick
- 2 tbs fresh lemon juice
- 2 tbs olive oil
- 2 garlic cloves
- 2 tbs snipped fresh marjoram or oregano
- Sea salt
- Mince garlic.
- Snip herbs.
- Whisk olive oil, lemon juice, herbs and garlic. It should emulsify.
- Spoon over chops and allow to marinate for 20 – 30 minutes.
- Grill chops on barbecue for 3 – 5 minutes per side, depending on how thick
- Brush once with any reserved marinade.
- Sprinkle with a bit of sea salt, grind some pepper and serve.
I haven't told any dog stories lately.
But they were very entertaining today.
Bonnie was entertaining.
They were both busy chewing on wood that they had found in the barn…. Wood that had been meant for the trim in the dining room.
In the interest of familial harmony I thought it best they not eat mon mari's wood.
In the interest of doggie health I thought rawhide bones would be a better choice.
It was meant to be a treat.
I brought out 2 big bones, each about 15 inches long.
Guapa took hers and immediately settled down to enjoy a proper chew.
Bonnie started walking around with hers in her month.
And walked around and walked around and walked around.
It was meant to be a treat – not to cause distress.
I was working in the herb garden on the side of the house.
I heard a funny noise and poked my head around the corner to check it out.
Bonnie had the bone up against a tree trunk by the driveway and was pushing dirt and rocks up to cover it.
I walked over to watch, she looked at me, grabbed the bone and started walking around again.
About 10 minutes later I walked towards the barn and saw her burying it by the hedge.
I didn't look; I pretended not to see. I just kept walking.
I couldn't fool Bonnie, though. She knew I had seen the spot. She dug the bone back out and started walking around again.
After an hour of this I took pity on her and took it away.
I took Guapa's away, too. Her's was half gone, which is all I let them have at one time.
Of course, Bonnie's bones last a lot longer than Guapa's.