When it comes to food, “fried” is usually one of my no-no words. “Fried” accompanies “smothered”, “cheesy”, “frosted, and most other adjectives used by Paula Deen. But not unlike many other things, food is all about the presentation. For instance, we get to enjoy reduced fat smart food minus the guilt simply because of the name. I mean look at this:
10 grams of fat in just an ounce! Sure, this is exponentially better than your average, butter substitute covered, extra large popcorn you get at your local cinema (which incidentally costs like $32 in NYC these days). Truth be told, it shouldn’t be guilt free.
But whatever happened to the saying ignorance is bliss? If I think I can go on a shopping spree at Bergdorf’s, who are you to stop me? So what if I have to live off of ramen noodles and food found on the “Not the best, but still good” shelf? At least I have the trendiest Kate Spade Umbrella and this awesome $200 bottle of nail polish (it was reduced from $300, what a steal!).
A few more examples of why ignorance is bliss:
You’re alarm goes off in the early morning. You realize it’s Sunday and you can turn it off, so you do. You fall happily back into sugar plum fairly land with a smile on your face. Suddenly you’re awoken by a call from your angry manager. It’s Monday, you should be at work. Now you’re in trouble and have to kiss up for the next few weeks to earn your keep…. But that extra 2 hours of sleep were wonderful while they lasted!
You have always loved to sing, and been damn good at it too, according to mama. Now it’s time to strut yourself by auditioning for American Idol (quality reality tv… said no one ever). You make it through the initial rounds and now are ready to meet the celebrities and be sent to Vegas. There must be some confusion because you don’t earn a golden ticket.. and Jennifer Lopez laughed so hard at your attempt, it brought tears to her eyes, and subsequently your own eyes. FAIL. You should have stayed ignorant.
You think world peace has been achieved.
You think beauty comes from within. (Kidding.. mostly)
You think everyone is really laughing with you, not at you.
See what I mean? Ignorance seems pretty bliss to me. If only everyone would just stop bursting your rose colored bubble.
And so, Veal Milanese. A fancy way to say fried Veal (shhh don’t tell). Though this recipe shouldn’t be guilt free, you’d never know it from the title. So when I decided to make it, I didn’t feel bad at all. Once I realized what I was doing, I decided that serving it with a fresh arugula salad would make up for the damage… although maybe that’s just me hopping back into my bubble. Just let me be.
And for all you Lent observers out there, don’t forget to not make this on a no-meat-Friday because as fabulous as ignorance can be, I can’t be held responsible for sending you to the dark depths of H-E-double-hockey-sticks simply because I posted a bangin’ veal recipe during lent.
Veal Milanese (adapted from the lovely Giada De Laurentiis)
2 large eggs
3/4 C. all-purpose flour
1 C. Italian bread crumbs
1 LB thinly sliced veal (scallopine)
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 cups vegetable or other frying oil
lemon wedges for garnish
In a shallow dish, beat eggs and season with salt and pepper. Pour flour and breadcrumbs into two more separate dishes.
Season the veal with salt and pepper on both sides. Working with 1 piece of veal at a time, dip it first in the flour, shaking off excess, then into the beaten eggs, followed by the bread crumbs. Set aside on a large plate and continue with remaining veal slices.
In a large skillet, heat the oil on high. Place breaded veal in the hot oil in batches. Fry until golden brown on both sides, about 4 to 6 minutes total.