A Cared-For Rose Veal Rib-Eye.
My unremitting compassion for animals does not extend to greedy assholes vying for feudal power at the expense of plebeian vassals. Sentient animals and the flesh they are raised to relinquish deserve faithful veneration. I file grievances with the middlemen who ferry abused carcasses from the slaughterhouses and when possible inform the creature’s owner in an effort to determine or establish accountability for animal welfare. I have yet to find a fault with any of Joe Henderson’s Randall-Linebacks, and if I am to trust Mr. Henderson (I have absolutely no reason not to) the animals are slaughtered humanely –no hematomas, broken bones or feverish meat. Proselytizing vegetarians should take note that Draonian vegetarian diets are a windfall for flatulence-deodorizing corporations and was even a ghastly liability for the chancellor of the third Reich, whose despotic flatülenz after a blüe-plate special was astutely recorded, for posterity, by the Führer-Furzen’s kraut-quack:
“…constipation and colossal flatulence occurred on a scale I have seldom encountered before.”
And so, as with any resource which demands resources itself to be raised, the meat in question should be treated with respect, steadfast discipline and nothing less than a proper cutting technique (clumsy woodsmen need not apply) .
Beef rib-eyes generally conjure fat speckled, cholesterol fueled gluttony trophies for any high-pressured red-blooded Americans aspiring for type 2 diabetes –though to be fair, food doesn’t make you fat; lifestyle does. Inspired by one of the pre-eminent artisan butchers of France, Hervé Sancho, the rib-eye was meticulously denuded: the Complexus, Spinalis and Longissimus Dorsi were separated to remove the sinew and any membranes. Given the lean nature of the Lineback, fat needed to be introduced into the equation. Jubilant fat from the kidneys (not quite suet, yet) was pounded into an even thickness and introduced into the otherwise stiff meat party. The deckle (Spinalis) was sewn shut around the Frenched bones. Strips of fatback barded the outside which was then proudly ornamented with lemon and orange zest because that is what a professional who gives a damn does. In addition to providing essential flavoring, the fat retains moisture, and those variables, when applied properly, and passionately, make for an exceptional piece of meat.
The detailed rib chop was adroitly seared then gently laid to roast on a plush bedding of sweet corn, squash and small variety tomatoes at a comfortable 325ºF until done just so. Left to rest while libations were poured, the meat relaxed, the juices redistributed themselves and a warm, sweet, roasted hush wafted over the table. The fat itself is neither a flavor nor texture that I crave, the fragrance and moisture it afforded was exceptional for an otherwise slender, straight-laced roast. Any muscle from a noble animal, no matter the rank or price, deserves at least half the attention of this one. Anything worth doing, should be done right. At least put in the effort.