It’s not what you’re talking about, I know, but I had to point it out.
At the Boston-area Arisia scienmce fiction convention this year one of the artists had sculptures that consist of model brains in bottles of colored (usually green) liquid. The bases very often feature radio knobs and displays and the like. Very 1940s Mad Scientist.
About ten years ago a friend of mine and I were on the subway and saw a Chinese woman eating what could only have been a Brain in a Jar. We tried not to be too obvious about gawking, but we did try to sneak a good peek. I’m so glad to read this and know we were not hallucinating and that she was (probably) not a zombie.
You’ve got it! That’s my favorite movie of all time!
:showers undying friendship:
If you’re going to go around eating brains in a jar in public (or cauliflower in a jar, which would be just as bad), you have[ to put an adhesive-tape label on it that says:
Hans Delbruck : Scientist and Saint
*So if you’d like to swing on a star
Carry pig brains home in a jar
Their prions taste much better by far
Or would you rather eat a goat?*
Those are clearly jars of I Can’t Believe It’s Not BrainsTM. 
It’s Brains! in a Jar!
Brain in a Jar, if not a band name, would certainly make an excellent username.
My local produce market frequently has things in the meat section that you don’t run into at the local megamart (skinned sheep heads and whole rabbits for example) and they often have brains of a sort for sale. Based off of my own morbid curiosity I can safely report that I have given them the time honored “poke test” that I perfected on the eyes of packaged fish, and that brains feel “Oogy”.
And we have a confession, folks…the cops will arrive shortly. 
No, then it should be
Brane in a Jar
or some such thing.
Just to show it’s really in the jar, you know.
Thankyou, so that’s what that feels like! And don’t feel bad, my favorite movie is Fletch. We all have our dirty secrets. 
When a new Mexican restaurant opened near my home we had to try it out, of course. I called in and picked up an easy order, some burritos and quesadillas IIRC. When I got there I noticed that there were brains on the menu. I couldn’t eat my food. It just icked me out that what if somebody goofed and put brains on my quesadilla instead of pollo?
I’ve not returned, but I hear their food is quite good.
The letter shown on the cannibalism site is written in Korean (though the monetary unit character is Japanese yen, not Korean won)… kind of curious as to why the site doesn’t mention that.
Don’t tell Hal Briston.