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Veal, The Other White Meat

 I have a confession. 

Yesterday, for lunch, my husband and I ate something that neither of us can stop thinking about, in a bad way.  You see, the other day I stopped at Aldis on my way home from work out in Leavenworth.  The Aldis I usually go to is in Shawnee, so this Aldis was set up a little differently and had some different products as well.  Shamefully, sometimes I pick up frozen meals because they are easy when the afternoon slips away from us and I need to throw something in the oven quickly.  They have various choices and we’ve tried a few and they are not horrible.  Plus they claim to not have any preservatives and the calories are not outrageous like you would expect from a meal in the freezer.  So I grabbed a few of our favorites and went on with my business.

Well, when I got home and was unloading groceries I noticed that I had mistakenly picked up a frozen “Veal Parmesan”   when I thought I had picked up a “Chicken Parmesan”.  My stomach instantly turned thinking about veal.  I know it is suppose to be some delicious cut of young beef, but all I could think about it how it is basically baby cow.  I mean seriously, what company kills baby cows for frozen dinners.  I honestly thought about going and exchanging it, but I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble and we would just suck it up and eat it.

So yesterday we pulled out the baby cow parmesan and threw it in the oven.  I felt like Clarice from Silence of the Lambs…hearing the little baby cows moo for their lives.   Honestly, it didn’t taste any different from the chicken parmesan we usually buy (which, that fact alone is somewhat disturbing; there is clearly a huge difference between poultry and beef).  We both ate a small portion of it, and moved on with our lives.  But every time I start to think about it, I get nauseous.  Every time I open the refrigerator, and see the leftover veal sitting there on the top shelf, I shudder.   Thinking about going vegan for a few days, hopefully that will help me live with myself again.

On other news, I can tell parenthood is officially on the horizon for Ian and me.  We called Dish Network and cut our channels in half in order to cut our bill in half.  It seems the only channels I will really be missing are ABC Family and MTV.  So I will have to watch Pretty Little Liars and Teen Mom via the internet.  Haley, I hope you understand the sacrifice I am making for you.  Pretty Little Liars is kind of a big deal to mommy.  So in exchange, if you could refrain from any crying fits the first week you come home, that would be great.  Thanks.  P.S.  Sorry I made you eat veal. 
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