i once hit a bird with a snowball, felt terrible all day

Last week, Brooke and I celebrated our two year anniversary by eating a meal at Tru. The dinner itself was an experience. The staff moved about the dining room like a dance. The plates were picked up at the same time. Silverware was gone together. Two people poured water simultaneously. We order off a fixed menu, were greeted as Mr. and Mrs., and nobody asked if I was 19.

This led us to being very hesitant to ask what squab was. Hmmmm. Squab. We racked our brains and the best we could come up with was some sort of bird. A duck? A crow? Platypus? Wrong. SO wrong. The next day I Google searched squab and here is what we learned:

Squab:

A young (about 4 weeks old) domesticated pigeon that has never flown and is therefore extremely tender. (link)

Holy crap we ate a baby pigeon. Not ONLY a baby pigeon but one that never had a chance to feel the breeze under it's wings. You can imagine how bad my wife, a vegetarian until recently, felt! Baby pigeon. Dead. In our bellies.