Baby Gaga Breast Milk Ice Cream Is Vomitous

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ice creamThe grossest thing I'd seen all day was a pigeon eating some drunk kid's chunky red vomit off the sidewalk, until now.

A restaurant in Covent Garden is serving breast milk ice cream by the bowl. If you're planning a trip to London, you may want to rethink it, because they have clearly lost their minds across the pond. What's worse is this isn't exactly a novelty. Here in the states we have restaurants that serve breast milk cheese, and breast milk ice cream can be ordered through Mother's Milk Ice Cream Company.

Icecreamists Parlor, the London spot that's selling the mama's milk by the dish, calls it Baby Gaga, and it's $22. Suddenly I'm considering veganism.

There's something I can swallow about breast milk cheese. Maybe it's because it's not as creamy and liquidy as milk. But ice cream? It just seems too closely related to its origin.

Adding kitsch to kitsch, the breast milk ice cream is served by a person dressed as Lady Gaga, carrying a liquid-nitrogen syringe, pouring "smoke" all over your lovely dish of human milk. Last thing I want to think about when I'm about to eat excrement is needles, but they didn't ask me. 

The parlor gets its breast milk supply from women who are paid $24 for 10 ounces of milk. Sounds like that would take about an hour or so to pump. How much do cows get paid? I hope it's within reason.

I am an adventurous eater (just last night I had pig cheek, blood sausage, and bone marrow), but I think I draw the line when it comes to human meat or milk. While I'm sure it can be argued that it's healthier than bovine milk, or better tasting, or more humane, there's something that curdles my stomach when I think about it.

Would you eat this breast milk ice cream?


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