Though it pains me to see a sweet face on my plate looking so sad and resigned to his fate of being eaten, I have to do what I came here to do and dip him in over medium egg yolks. It's a cruel world.
From now on I demand that a tiny, pink fondant bear with a bow on her head on everything I eat. I want every restaurant to know I'm coming so it will be on my pad see ew when I get there. I don't think I'll eat her, maybe my personal assistant can carry her around for me. She doesn't even have to be edible. But she does have to be adorable.