Interesting look at how white people searching for “authenticity” in food is, well. Actually kinda just thinly veiled racism…
Tl;dr dude gets in an accident, has his leg amputated, and asks some friends if they want to come over and eat it, just for lulz. In tacos, because one of the friends’ partners was a chef. Apparently, it tasted a bit like beef, not chicken or pork as usually reported.
As a content warning, asides from the whole premise, the linked article does include photos of said meat being prepared. They’re no more graphic than any other photos of meat used in cooking (i.e. there are no identifiable human parts), but even as someone who’s a ravenous carnivore I still found them mildly unsettling.
But consider this for a moment. Perhaps once we are adequately fed, diet becomes far less significant in determining how healthy we are. Maybe almost insignificant. Could it be that when our bodies have enough macro and micro nutrients available most of the time, other determinants of health kick in. The houses we live in. The stress we are under. The pressure of financial and social inequalities. Stigma, abuse and mental illness. Social isolation. And a million other factors with the capacity to make us sick.
The Angry Chef on diet science.
Buzzfeed writers versus the “recipes” in a 1960s-era ad for peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches. It goes about as well as you can imagine.
As the article says:
Still, I can’t help but think about how this ad came from a pre-internet age (with a far from developed mass media), so regular folks really had no way to reject it or spread the word that these recipes were not, in fact, “together tremendous.” If a brand proposed something like this today, it would be flamed to hell in 15 minutes on Twitter, but back then brands could promote a bad-faith concept like this designed to increase sales of two of their products, and suffer no repercussions for it.
And, as I saw someone mention on Twitter, if you’re ever confused by the sheer volume of terrible fucking recipes coming out of this vintage? Just remember: everybody smoked.