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| Eureka! |
Chefs aren't like you and me. They see the world in different shades and colors. For instance, if you or I saw a used condom on a beach we were swimming at, we might get skeeved out and go home to scrub our bodies with a fucking stone in the shower until the water ran red. Chefs are different though They'd look at that same scene and think about dinner. Fat fucking poseurs.
SF Weekly brings news of this no doubt delectable dish:
"Faux dirt ― edible simulacra of garden humus ― has become fashionable in recent years," they say. Of course it has.
Some chef in Hong Kong -- actually, you probably could stop reading there and it starts to make sense. No offense to insane Asians -- is making these by "by dunking a metal cigar tube into a food-grade polymer. It's partially filled with a milky fluid of honey and Yunnan ham emulsion, arranged on powdered shiitake mushrooms (i.e., the "sand")." Which sounds really fucking
Proceeds from the dish, by the way, go to a local AIDS organization. Of course they do.
Thanks to my homegirl Lobster Jugs for pointing me at this.
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