Foreign Flavors: Mealtime in Vietnam

I stopped mid-bite and put down my chopstick. “You’re eating rat?!” I stared at the meat-eating table next to me. For the past week our group of 13 UM students had been sitting at segregated tables during lunch—vegetarians and non-vegetarians. In the past five days, the vegetarian table had almost doubled, swelling from five to … Continue reading Foreign Flavors: Mealtime in Vietnam