Pet Food

Sitting in a Hong Kong Restaurant with my family we found out not all waiters speak English. In fact in this fine establishment no-one spoke any English. So to order our meal we pointed to dishes people were eating on tables around us. All the food looked good, so what is the worst that could happen? We started to enjoy a chicken satay type dish when I came across a chicken bone that I have never actually seen on a chicken before that night or since. It was a bone that defied classification of any animal I had eaten previously. As we were suggesting animals it could be, a guy dressed in the restaurants waiters uniform opened the front door and led in a dog on a leash. He walked straight through the place which was packed with people, and led the dog straight into the kitchen. We could have tried to deny the truth, and believe that they were just bringing their pet to work, but I think I would rather have a dead dog in the kitchen rather then a live one frolicking around my food. I have often wondered if that dog was someone’s pet or maybe just a dog that the waiter found on his way to work.
A friend of mine, whose family is Vietnamese, went over to his Uncle’s house for dinner. After eating half the meal his Uncle told him it was dog, but not just any dog, it was their pet dog! A dog my friend had played with on previous visits and had taken for walks. My friend was in shock. Apparently Rufus was rather tasty.

I love Portuguese Tarts! (The food kind that is)