Stuffed Breast of Veal

About the only place you’re likely to encounter this lowly but absolutely delicious illusion of a roast is in a small French pension, where the bread à discrétion is carefully observed, the wine measured exactly. It is often eaten in French households, although no one would serve it to guests, and of course it is much too humble for restaurants to bother with. Not out of frugality, but simply because one can’t get stuffed breast of veal anywhere, I have ventured to serve this