I do rather resent it when people refuse to eat something they’d never even tasted. They say they DON’T LIKE this or that but then admit they’d never tried it so I’m always asking ‘How the hell do you know you don’t like it???’
Sometimes it’s the look of things: unfamiliar, unaccustomed. I can sort of understand someone saying ‘I won’t eat mussels because I don’t like the look of them’ because I myself draw a line at insects (shudder, shudder). But if you want to be judgemental you might say it’s a sign of narrow-mindedness, lack of understanding of different cultures or just being plain spoilt (never had it rough).
So I usually scorn and frown at people who will push perfectly edible food to the side of their plates and leave it to waste – with one exception: bone marrow. I will snatch bones off anyone’s plates (mind, NOT strangers) and suck them clean in bliss, true zombie-style.
So it’s easy to see that for me osso buco is just a bits of meat attached to the centrepiece – the marrow bone. Rightly so because osso buco means 'hollow bone'. But that's not entirely serious: the shin of veal is delicious, actually much better than a lamb shank, equally cheap, cooks all by itself and is a joy to eat – just leave the marrow to me.