Ducky is dragging me to a vegan restaurant (Annapurna’s). It’s not that I don’t like exclusively vegetables for dinner. After all, I sometimes go with a simple salad and that’s it. It’s just I can’t get into a meal unless I know an animal was harmed in its preparation. I mean, if Ducky could assure me a cat was getting punched in the ribs while my summer squash souffle was in the oven, I’d be good with a meatless dinner at Annapurna’s.