A canard to die for, and a recipe

Three somewhat related facts launched me into an examination of morality, belief, and Thanksgiving stuffing: As I write this, a three-pound duck browns in the oven. My son recently pasted a PETA sticker on his backpack, but he eats burgers. I consider myself a sensitive person, yet I blind myself to the suffering of my... Continue Reading →

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