{Thin veal cutlets, creamy sauce, olive dressing, and coral pasta might just do the trick.}
Really that’s just Italian for tuna and veal which I am aware doesn’t much sound like creatures that would get along well on a plate or barn or sea. Sometimes you have to take a chance and this is one of those days. Like with life, things are going to get worse before they get better.
There is an unlikely and deep involvement with the stinky anchovy to contend with. And rogue as he may be, this dish would be nothing without his unique brand of social graces. Along with the aforementioned, you will also enjoy an excruciating task of squeezing the seeds from one million tiny olives. Just let your mind wander, and one harrowing cup worth of fruit later, you’ll thank me as your thoughts exit the existential to marvel over your yield.
