Delicious was my ham.
Ben, on the schnitzel. Years ago my wife had tickets for a “friends of the library” annual event with dinner and music in our town’s beautiful historic Carnegie library. She was seated with some nice widows and I was deer hunting and arrived a little late. She was conversing with the ladies and explained that I was deer hunting and would be along.
One lady had grown up in Austria or Transylvania or somewhere with a tradition of Bavarian hunting. When I got there she wanted to talk about venison hunting butchering cooking etc. I offered to bring her some meat. She insisted it had to be FRESH, never frozen.
A week later I arrowed a nice big doe and took her some smaller packages of meat (her being a live alone widow and all). She was very appreciative and said if I brought her a larger roast she would prepare it. When she called my wife to invite us to her house she told her it would be formal and we should dress appropriately.
She prepared a traditional (Vienna?) schnitzel and served my wife and I and another couple a very formal dinner with old country lace table cloths, fine china and silver with bottles of fine wine and a still warm hazelnut and chocolate cake for desert.
Possibly the finest meal I ever ate.