I love the people who invited me to this Lunar New Year dinner at Dim Sum King this past Sunday, and the hostess really made a special effort to be sure I had something to eat, which eventually I did.  (My plate is the one in the foreground.)  I'm on a diet anyway, and I managed not to say "Oh, look at all the dead animals!"  But I do remember decades ago when my son, who'd become a vegetarian after seeing dead animals hanging from hooks on Clement Street, very innocently said, when friends were served their paella with chorizo, chicken, and shrimp, "Wow!  That dish sure kills a lot of animals!"  I'll bet those kids have no idea what they're eating or all the suffering the animals have gone through.  I'm also pretty sure that the people at that table thought that I was the aberrant one, not eating meat or "even" eggs.  (I recently read Deb Olin Unferth's Barn 8 as well as her non-fiction Harper's piece "Cage Wars."  The treatment of egg-laying hens is horrific.)