Between the OP's nitpicking of every minute detail of his airline meal, including going into the galley to find out the number of Plats in F (good grief ), and some of the uncalled for, mean-spirited responses in this thread, I find myself not feeling much love for OP.

Sorry, but I see the world as bigger than how that slice of lime seemingly appeared out of the blue for you. And if that piece of veal was mystery meat to you, why did you put it in your mouth first and then demand to know what it was?

Sometimes you have to learn to just move on from mistakes and misunderstandings.