A Grand Bone 
“That,” said The Wife, “is a grand bone.”
She had just been served an osso buco at Grotto (Oak Brook), and I have to admit, it was bigger than I expected. It was set off with a burning bush of rosemary (still smoldering in the above shot), an amusing Alinean affect in what seemed an almost country-club-feeling dining room (because I caddied in Oak Brook as a youth, I can’t go to that town without thinking of humid putting greens and old men hurling their wedges into sand traps for me to rake out).
I hardly ever get veal, not because I have any moral/political problems with the meat, but because it’s expensive and usually doesn’t taste like much. Not for nothing this used to be a cheap cut (when I was a kid, we’d have “mock chicken legs,” which was veal dressed up to look like something fancier).
This osso buco turned out to be as tasty as it was impressive looking. This veal was so delicate, with lush deliciousness, a nest of tender threads, enhanced with an excellent sauce, hints of marjoram and lemon, over a herb-rich risotto.
It was embarrassingly huge, must have had a half-pound on meat on it.
As luck would have it, The Wife was getting full so I ate a bunch, and then we brought the bone home.
At home, we used the bone to make about four cups of reduced veal stock that was just magnificent. It made me want to seek out veal bones (I know they have them sometimes at Caputo’s) and just make a pot of the stuff every week for soup and sauces.
Now, I understand that veal stock is treasured by French chefs and others, but I guess I was just taken aback by how much subtle flavor those young bones hold. It’s kind of a shame that restaurants are prohibited by health code (I believe) from using bones from great veal and beef steaks to make stock. Seems like such a waste to chuck those powerful carriers of flavor into the trash. When we go out to eat bone-in meat, we always bring home the bones, even if picked clean, even if just chicken bones, to make a stock.
Veal, I have come to understand your tastiness.
Bone, you were, indeed, grand.
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