Pass the Cheese Please

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Just finished reading about a couple from New York who own a diner. It seems as if they are getting extra customers these days because of the potential new variety of cheese that people think might be on the menu.

You see, the couple has just had a baby, and as per custom the momma is serving up breast milk. The daddy has turned some of that breast milk into cheese, and there are rumors that it may turn up on the menu at the diner.

Mmmmm, breast milk cheese.

The proud parents and restaurant owners are denying that they are going to offer up the goods, but some of their friends have tried it.

"It tasted like pickles," one lady said adding that it wasn't very good.

Yet there are lines of people waiting to give it a whirl. The woman has been beaten down by all of the people offering to sample her breast milk. These are total strangers turned on by the chance to grab a slice of the cheese. Gross?

There are just so many jokes here and so many ways to go with this, but revulsion seems to be at the top of my list.

Can you imagine wanting to try breast milk cheese served by some woman that you've never met?

Can you even imagine wanting to try breast milk cheese served by your favorite woman?

"Nah, thanks anyway, I'll just eat the bread," might be my return line.

The health department has weighed in on the rumored new-item-on-the-menu saying that it should not be served because it may make people sick.

You think? Makes me want to skip breakfast just hearing about it.

"I've had it and the baby has had it, obviously," the father said. "We won't serve it at the restaurant but perhaps we'll have friends over and share it over a glass of wine."

Glad I'm not their friends.

That would have to be a strong freaking bottle of wine.

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Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
There are so many weird people around... wtf?
10 March, 2010
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