About two weeks ago, I attended a friend's daughter's sweet sixteen celebration in a fancy hotel in town. That must have been $200 a plate plus a live band and an open bar. In other words, the guests had a great time. The guests with whom I shared a table must have found it odd that I took photos of my plate. And they must have considered me wasteful after they noticed what was left on my plate by dinner's end. I used to enjoy a good steak, but not anymore. I, now, always look back on the images found in slaughterhouse videos whenever I see a piece of meat. No, it's not right. The huge scallops, crispy veges, potato and creamy desserts plus some dancing was recipe enough for a great evening.