"I swallow hard as the waiter sets the next course on the table.
And gaze at the contents of the platter in trepidation. It gazes back at me in silent reproach.
The roast suckling pig has been halved from snout to tail. It embraces the platter, little trotters sticking out at its sides and mouth frozen in mid-oink. My dining companions lean forward, chopsticks raised in anticipation.
I want to cover the unfortunate piglet’s head with my napkin."