Pumpking Stuff
Crudo, Italian Sashimi - Italian + Sashimi = Crudo, says David Pasternack. Hey Sagert, give this a try, won’t you?
Genius nutcracker - Put a nut on the stainless steel base, place the flexible rubber dome on top, and then mash the rubber dome with your fist. Tada, the nut is cracked.
(thx, boingboing)
Cold brewed coffee - Apparently, this type of coffee is absolutely delicious because it doesn’t have the undesirable side effects that occur when you expose coffee to boiling water. The process reduces the need for cream and sugar to almost nill. The recipe:
Zucchini buckled up - This is the largest piece of produce I have ever seen.
Slashfood’s best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - I should at least try fluffernutters.
Pizza Cake - Yellow frosting, slivers of white chocolate for the cheese — I bet it’s delicious.
The hypothesis was as follows: the Binz Refectory would be crazy to keep desserts over the Thanksgiving break, so the desserts set out today should be fresh. Cautiously, I nudged the Rice Crispies bar with some plastic tongs, testing to see whether it would decay into a ball of rice sawdust, or if it was fresh enough that its mallow constitution would impart to it the structural integrity of silly putty. Thankfully (and rarely, at the Binz) the latter was the case. “Mykala!” I eagerly squeaked, “The Rice Crispies are edible!” I handed one to Mykala, carefully chose one for myself, and suddenly all was right in the world. In our eyes shone golden nuggets of a heavenly blend of cereal and marshmallows, renowned the world over for their symbiotic blend of disparate foodstuffs. Christmas music played merrily on the dining room soundsystem as we walked out of the building, cradling delicious nuggets of joy. Little did we know that our happiness was doomed to a transience of incredibly brief duration.
Robot Identifies Human Flesh As Bacon - An excerpt from the article: “Upon being given a sample, he will speak up in a childlike voice and identify what he has just been fed. The idea is that wineries can tell if a wine is authentic without even opening the bottle, amongst other more obscure uses … like ‘tell me what this strange grayish lump at the back of my freezer is/was.’ But when some smart aleck reporter placed his hand in the robot’s omnivorous clanking jaw, he was identified as bacon. A cameraman then tried and was identified as prosciutto.”
The Ultra-Extreme Calorie Restriction Diet Test - An illuminating journey into the world of extreme calorie restricted diets.
“When at last the Biosphere 2 crew emerged from their bubble, tests proved them healthier in nearly every nutritionally relevant respect than when they’d gone in, and the case for Calorie Restriction in humans was no longer purely circumstantial.”
I’d like to point out that Mykala and I went to get the new vanilla flavored Frosty that I jokingly linked her to a couple of days back (I became preoccupied with trying this thing for almost no reason at all). The verdict: they are good! They taste like … well, a lot like vanilla. That’s good, right? I think so. They’re cold, too. Good name, Wendy’s!
This morning, at around 12:10am, I purchased a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal with some milk. It was one of those late night food runs that you make when you realize you will have nothing to eat the following day. At this point in the day, I do still have the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but there is nothing in it.
The strangest phrases on this snack food - found in the ethnic section of Cub Foods.
I was going to take the time to write up a longish post with regard to the following incident during my chemistry studying last night, but it’s probably best to keep it short. I consumed warmish rancid milk with sugar and oats in it. The carton said “May 1,” but apparently this milk was not about to stay fresh up to that date … it smelled vaguely of yogurt when opened, but I thought it was OK. It then tasted a bit like flowers (and yes, I have eaten flowers, though I was much younger), with some weird yogurt flavor mixed in for good measure. It took me a good 24 hours to get the weirdness out of my stomach. Oh, the exciting life I lead.
Apparently some sort of spice was pulverized when the chicken was breaded a couple of nights ago, resulting in green chicken at the Binz Refectory. It was not a particularly bright green, but a rather sickly green - almost the color that people turn when they are very sick. We were assured by Mary (she is the sandwich lady, who is a very nice person — her son actually goes to school here) that the chicken was normal. This wasn’t anything remarkable, though it does merit note, especially given Food at the Binz’s remarkably long silence.
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