For any weirdo who doesn't have the funds to fly across the pond for a little human breast milk pick-me-up (Yes, "Baby Gaga" ice cream is back on the market after health officials have declared it safe for consumption), never fear. You can now get your fix in the good old US of A.
A New York University student recently gave non-squeamish folks a chance to try cheese made from human breast milk. (For some reason, the cheese variety of human breast milk products doesn't geek me out quite as much as its British cousin. Maybe because it seems less, um, authentic. But still... squick).
One self-described "adventurous eater" who tried the cheese said, "I know more about the source of this food than going into a supermarket and picking up Cheddar cheese. I don't know what they pumped into that cow."
(Blink).
Because random humans are certainly less likely to have strange things pumped into them.
Seriously, I lived in New York. I wouldn't trust the breast milk of anyone who has touched that city with a ten-foot pole, let alone put their fingers on a subway handrail at some point in their lives. (I'm still trying to recover mentally from the time Michael took his two-year-old pink tongue and gave the F train subway pole a good lick).
Yuck.
I think I'll take my chances with cows.
3 comments:
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! Ew. I'm not sure what bothers me more - the breast milk cheese or the thought of Michael licking the F Train pole. That's worse than when I caught Pebbles sucking on the grocery cart last week.
Ew.
I know. He's alive after the fact and all, but I'm still seriously grossed out by it. Amazing what immune systems can do.
The blink about killed me. Thought you should know.
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