Well, it’s not as though he ever offered the cheese for sale.
I can certainly see how a family with a chef and a glut of breast milk in the house might come up with such a creation. Perhaps once one becomes comfortable with breast milk, the idea of eating it doesn’t seem quite so odd.
However, this story is still a bit icky for me.
Yum.
Daniel Angerer and wife Lori Mason, a source of milk for Arabella and cheese for him. Image NY Post: Tamara Beckwith
‘Human cheese’ ma: Don’t have a cow!
Says her breast beats the beasts
www.nypost.com | By LACHLAN CARTWRIGHT and JEREMY OLSHAN | March 10, 2010
No matter what the city says, Lori Mason insists the breast milk she supplied her cheese-making husband is more wholesome than anything on the shelves at Whole Foods.
Her milk is 100 percent organic, free range, and foie gras-fed, she told The Post.
“I eat healthier than your average cow and I’m not pumped full of steroids!” Mason said.
When Mason’s husband, Daniel Angerer, blogged about making some of his wife’s excess breast milk into cheese, customers at his restaurant, Klee Brasserie on Ninth Avenue in Chelsea, began demanding to have a taste.
But as The Post reported yesterday, even though expressed mother’s-milk cheese is not against health codes, city officials strongly advised Angerer to desist.
Death is a sad fact of life. Though I find this story unintentionally hilarious I do have sympathy for Ms. Rivers’ late companion and his family. I have an equal amount of sympathy for Ms. Rivers for enduring what must be one of the worst dates ever. Having your date die is surely a blow to one’s self esteem.
Joan Rivers in an undated photo.
Joan Rivers date dropped dead during dinner at Le Cirque
ny.eater.com | Tuesday, March 2, 2010 | by Amanda
Today, on a particularly amusing episode of the Howard Stern show, Joan Rivers revealed that a man she had been dating for five weeks dropped dead during dinner at Le Cirque seven months ago. Rivers said her date suddenly went quiet, with his eyes wide open, sitting upright on the banquette, and he just died. Jokes that she made about the incident: 1) Her salmon dish was ruined as a result, 2) She paid for the meal by reaching into the dead man’s wallet and handing over his AMEX, 3) At least left a 20% tip even though he didn’t finish his meal, 4) He must’ve kicked the bucket after seeing her in the bright light.
Not the worst place to die right?
His death was not made public at the restaurant. Rivers, the management, and paramedics told patrons that he would be fine so as to not, you know, totally freak them out. Also it should be noted, her date was elderly, so the death was not, as far as she knows, food related.
There are worse places to drop dead. Readers, please put your best jokes about Le Cirque’s deadly prices, its dying breed of patrons, and the like in the comments.
Update: The official comment from Le Cirque: “No one has died at Le Cirque. The crème brulee’s to die for, but that’s about it.”
UPDATE No. 2: The good people at Sirius were kind enough to transcribe the show for us. And yes she eludes to Le Cirque, but is ambiguous about it:
JOAN RIVERS ON THE HOWARD STERN SHOW/SIRIUS XM/March 2, 2010
The most interesting thing about this prank is that it happened twice, which seems as though it’s a grudge and not random. Alas, no photo available.
Aurora woman’s car slathered in barbecue sauce, pickles
Clifford Ward, Special to the Tribune | www.chicagotribune.com | July 7 2009
Revenge, according to the proverb, is a dish that is best served cold.
But apparently, it also can be served like a pulled pork sandwich.
That’s the speculation of an Aurora woman who found her car slathered
with barbecue sauce and pickles on consecutive nights.
On July 1, the 23-year-old victim, who was not identified by police,
discovered her 2001 Chevrolet Impala had been hit by a condiment
assault.
The woman cleaned her car and moved it to a different part of the
driveway, so it was nearer to the house and blocked from the street by
a family member’s car.
Around 3 a.m., she heard her dog barking. And the next morning, she
found a second helping of sauce and pickles covering her car.
The victim told police that she suspects the source of the tangy
harassment is a woman she had confronted because the woman was
interested in the victim’s boyfriend.
According to the report from the Kane County sheriff’s police, the
sauce and pickles didn’t hurt the car’s finish. The woman hosed them
off as police stood by.
Philadelphia Pennsylvania and much of the I-95 corridor has been pelted by massive snows ever since the groudhog predicted 6 more weeks of winter. With yesterdays 16″ snowfall Philly broke it’s all time winter snowfall record, so of course people will find unique ways to cope.
Snow sticking to a shovel seems to happen most often with metal shovels. The colder the shovel and the heavier and wetter the snow, the more likely the snow will stick. It’s a catch 22 though because a heavy wet snow is likely to break a plastic shovel.
South Phila. Man has Unique Shoveling Technique
KYW.com | John McDevitt | 2, 10, 2010
Many area residents spent a good part of the day clearing their sidewalks and some had a certain way of doing the job.
When dealing with went sticky snow on your sidewalk, Joe of South Philadelphia’s shoveling technique takes the cake:
(McDevitt:) “You have a can of Pam in your hand, Joe.”
(Joe:) “Use regular Pam because the olive stuff is kind of special. I use it for cooking, but the regular Pam – I’m going to spray it on the front and back if the blade.
(McDevitt:) “How is it working, Joe?”
(Joe:) “Pretty clean. I don’t see anything clumping up. Before the heavy wet snow just stuck to the blade.”
Magic at the Aramingo Diner
www.philly.com | Friday, December 11, 2009
Last Saturday, Dec. 5th, something startling and wonderful happened at The Aramingo Diner in Port Richmond.
The 52-year-old landmark restaurant at 3356 Aramingo Ave. is open 24 hours a day, so it’s always a-bustle. But the place really hops during weekend breakfast and lunch time. Last Saturday was no different, and both wings of the diner – the booth area and the bigger dining room – were lively.
The manager on duty, Linda (who asked that I not mention her last name here, for reasons I can’t get into but let’s just say everything worked out okay…), tells me that a couple in their 30s paid their check at the register, then asked the cashier to let them secretly pay the check of another couple in the dining room – a couple they didn’t know.
“They just wanted to do it,” she said. “They thought it would be a nice thing to do.”
When the unsuspecting patrons went to pay their check, they were floored to find out that strangers had picked up their tab. So they asked the cashier to let them pay another table’s check, also anonymously.
When that table’s patrons approached the register, they, too, decided to pay the favor forward for yet another table of unsuspecting strangers.
The lobsters “stayed with me until the day I simply decided that they bored me and I wouldn’t pay attention to them.”
The fact the lobsters persisted beyond the time he took the drug leads one to believe perhaps the lobsters were akin to witch’s familiars or the Plains Indian’s animal spirit guide or the Harry Potter “Patronus” or even the “imaginary friend” many children have.
Unrelated but adorable image.
Mescaline left Jean-Paul Sartre in the grip of lobster madness
November 22, 2009 | Tony Allen-Mills in New York | Time Online
As one of the great European thinkers of the 20th century, Jean-Paul Sartre popularised existentialism, became a working-class hero — and was chased down the Champs Elysées by a pack of imaginary lobsters.
A previously unpublished account of the late French philosopher’s improbable drug-induced crustacean visions has surfaced in New York, where a new book of conversations between Sartre and an old family friend will be published later this month.
John Gerassi, a New York professor of political science whose parents were close friends of Sartre, talked at length to the philosopher in the 1970s about his experiments with mescaline, a powerful hallucinogenic drug derived from a Mexican cactus.
Although it has long been known that Sartre experienced visions of lobsters — which he sometimes referred to as crabs — Gerassi’s account offers startling new details of the philosopher’s descent into near-madness as he battled to make sense of what he had come to regard as the intellectual absurdity of his life.
“Yeah, after I took mescaline I started seeing crabs around me all the time,” he says in Gerassi’s new book, Talking With Sartre. “They followed me in the streets, into class … I would wake up in the morning and say, ‘Good morning, my little ones, how did you sleep?’ I would say, ‘Okay guys, we’re going into class now . . . ’ and they would be there, around my desk, absolutely still, until the bell rang.”
Things are tough all over. I’d like to know what kind of cookies they were getting that cost $500 per meeting?
In Cost-Cutting Move, Harvard Faculty Forgoes Cookies
chronicle.com | The Chronicle of Higher Education | October 07, 2009
The Harvard Crimson reports that, in a belt-tightening measure, faculty meetings at Harvard University will no longer include complimentary cookies.
“This is the first time in modern times with no cookies,” said Harry R. Lewis, a member of the faculty council. “We are sharing the pain with the undergraduates.”
Michael D. Smith, dean of the faculty of arts and sciences, says cutting the cookies will save an estimated $500 per meeting. Tea and coffee, however, will continue to be served.
In other news, Harvard’s endowment is worth an estimated $26-billion.
Racing fans “limited” to 24 beers a day
Tue Oct 6, 2009 | Reporting by Ian Ransom; Editing by Ossian Shine | Reuters
MELBOURNE (Reuters) – Adult fans at one of Australia’s most popular motor sport races, the Bathurst 1000, will be limited to one “slab” of beer a day — or 24 375 ml cans — as police focus on reducing alcohol-related crime.
The 24-can rule would also be placed on mixed drinks for the V8 car race starting Thursday which draws thousands to the rural town of Bathurst in eastern New South Wales state, the NSW police said Tuesday.
But more restrained spectators would be able to slake their thirst, if not their craving for alcohol, with up to 36 cans of low or mid-strength beer.
This innovation, sugar pills marketed at Moms to give kids who aren’t REALLY sick has been getting a lot of unfair press. Some feel it’s wrong to lie to children and promote a “pill-will-cure-you-mentality.” Ironically, most Americans think Santa, The Tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny are all ok lies to tell children. Further, many Americans are advocates of NATURAL (and unregulated by the FDA) supplements like ocoQ10, Saw Palmetto, Chondroitin and the like. Bottom line, people lie to their kids and hard science has proven that Placebo is efficacious.
I like local news because it covers stories like this, good old fashioned pranks. My hunch, based on the use of marshmallows is this is the work of women.
Picnic pranksters leave trails of eggs, BBQ sauce
By KOMO Staff | www.komonews.com | Aug 17, 2007
CAMANO ISLAND, Wash. — Barbecue sauce, salad dressing and marshmallows – it sounds like the makings of a picnic. But it’s been no picnic for several residents who’ve had these items smeared all over their cars.
“I was ticked off this morning after having to clean the mess up,” said Mark Johnson.
Johnson was so ticked off that he posted a reward sign – $700 to catch the pantry pranksters vandalizing homes and cars on Camano Island.
“They put barbecue sauce and salad dressing,” he said. “It was all over the steering wheel, dashboard and seats.”
This is really tacky and if vodka is used truly tasteless…. hardy har har. This is one of the many fine products offered at drinkingstuff.com.
A booze luge is a term used describe some sort of ice sculpture that deliverys hard liquor, usually at a party. For best results, especially on luge’s where one’s mouth goes directly on the ice, hit the luge EARLY in it’s life span.
Are you tired of your boring old Ice Luge? Planning a racy bachelor party and need an exciting way to chug your alcohol? Then you need this fabulous Boob Ice Luge! Just fill the breast mold with water, and in two days, you will have two rock hard boobs waiting to be filled with an alcoholic beverage of your choice! You can even spice up your Boob Ice Luge by adding LED Pucks, see below!
I predict these will be a huge hit! Usually I don’t reference other blogs but this a story about food and not odd but hard news.
The Tornado Potato Touches Down in the U.S.
Posted by Adam Kuban | www.seriouseats.com | June 27, 2009
Remember the tornado potato? That strange spiral-cut potato that’s skewered and deep-fried? The street-food treat found in Seoul, South Korea? It did a whirlwind tour of the web in 2007, when the blog Superlocal posted a photo of it. (And, yes, we blogged it, too.)
It looks like the tornado potato has finally made it Stateside. It’ll be available at the Minnesota State Fair this year (August 27 through Labor Day), but I caught sight of one this week on the boardwalk in Wildwood, New Jersey, which is basically all state-fair food all the time (at least during the summer tourist season).
