A lifelong vegetarian recounts how she gave up the "lentil loaf" tradition:

One afternoon, as I was walking to the subway with a friend, I became distracted by a pigeon. It waddled ahead of us, a large bird with a fine breast. So plump. So moist. I knew my thought would sound wrong. It came out anyway. "That pigeon looks delicious," I said.

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