I’ve had some weird food in my day: Raw horse flesh, raw fish, fish eggs, fish sperm, moldy cheese, fermented milk, and the list goes on.
Shit and/or colon-processed foods seem to be rare on this planet, but not totally unknown. Kopi luwak is a kind of coffee that the civet cat has eaten and shat out. And you thought Maxwell House was crappy, heh.
In any case, having become a new father it has occurred to me that baby shit is really just a kind of “breast milk cheese” (if your woman is breast-feeding, as she should be). Indeed, it smells rather like rotten butter. The other day someone was making “butter-flavored” popcorn in a neighboring office, and I thought, “That smells just like our baby’s shitty diaper!”
Why not make a food of it? It’s ochre in color, saucy, full of curds. You could have baby shit on toast points. Baby shit baked into a cake. A chilled pasta salad tossed with baby shit and kalamata olives, or whatever is in these days. Wild Oats could have a “Baby Shit Bar.”
And all the yuppie fuckers out there who think that sushi is “the shit” could have some real shit for a change. They could ooh and aah over how creamy it is, the pungency of it, the nose/palate/finish of the shit. And the babies would be laughing all the way to the bank.
My baby barfs up breast milk a LOT. It’s almost like a kind of yoghurt sauce. Pour it warm on ice cream or–indeed–on pasta salad for a tart, milky treat!
So whether it comes out the anus or the mouth, processed breast milk is good!
There’s a really funny post out there about a mother and a desceptively yummy looking blob of fecal matter. I’m laughing away, ahh the good ol’ dope. Wouldn’t know how to even begin looking for that post though.
Uh, I specifically, could not drink breastmilk. I’ve always had it explained to me that I was “allergic to milk”, and my boyfriend (who, in a wierd set of odds, had the same ailment) said he was told he was “casein intolerant.” Whatever it was, my mom tried to keep feeding me breastmilk and I kept losing weight until I looked like one of the starving children on TV. Only then did the doctor agree to see me. I was apparently a day away from death. Formula saved my life.