Donkeys and dogs, snakes and guinea pigs

My Western friends laugh when they hear me say I am dead serious about not eating dogs and donkeys, and not just for the alliteration. Quaint cliche, they say.

I live in Beijing where every street corner has a hole-in-the-wall selling the ubiquitous donkey sandwich, or lyurou huoshao. No one blinks an eye when they wait anxiously for hot split sesame buns stuffed with chopped up mule meat.

It's lean and delicious. Healthy. Cheap and good.