Cocoa Huffs?

This is a chocolate inhaler. You heard me right. You just breathe it in, like you have some sort of strange and delicious ashtma, and then your tastebuds are flooded with the smooth, rich taste of chocolate. It's called Le Whif. Check out their official website here.

I loved this quote from the site reading, "Edwards says inhaled chocolate is just the beginning. New culinary innovations that involve eating by breathing are being developed by the Foodlab at Le Laboratoire, Edwards' art and science innovation center in central Paris." Eating by breathing? Just the beginning? Do we even want this to begin? Is breathing food as opposed to chewing it some sort of improvement? I don't know if  a turkey sandwich cloud is going to be as cool as the real deal.

How badly do I want to go the Foodlab though? Will Willy Wonka be inside it? Will I get to float on a chocolate river or what? Obviously the answer is yes. 

Breathing in your food in is so futuristic. It seems like there are always two conceptions when it comes to the food of the future. Either you push a button on a machine, and out pops whatever you want. PB and J? Done. IN-N-OUT burger? Done. It's there in that little door like an automat and genie all in one. The other futuristic food conception is always just, "your food needs are met with this pill." But, think about it. Why would that even be cool? How is turning a sweet, Thanksgiving dinner into a freaking Tylenol PM cool in any way? What is the benefit?

I sort of wonder if eating by breathing is going to catch on. Some chefs actually will create a dish that comes with like, a balloon you pop, and it's full of like, I don't know oyster vapor or something, and it enhances your eating experience. You never know. 

When is someone going to just bake our heads into a pizza and let us eat our way out of it? Wasn't that an episode of The Simpsons? It was like a stuffed crust thing? What about how Scott is promoting pizzas with such a crust. Check it out.

Please be real someday

Think Geek pretended to sell these ton-ton sleeping bag as an April Fool's Day joke, but so many people wanted one that now they're trying to get it endorsed by Lucas so they can actually make it! How badly do you want one? It has a light saber zipper pull! Also, if you caught the fact that I misspelled "tauntaun," you fell right into my nerd trap! Nerd alert! Confirmed.

I can't stop watching this.

I'm not sure how accurate this book title is.

Everybody bakes bread? Really? Even babies?

Oh, really oatmeal cookie?

Oh, really oatmeal cookie? Are you really that "outrageous"? Why? Because most of your raisins are weirdly concentrated on one side? Because Starbucks is putting magic mushrooms in their pastries now? I seriously doubt it. Listen, if you're going to say you're outrageous, you better be ready to live up to your name. Not just sit there in your case, and then sit on a plate, and then get chewed up, and then go inside someone's stomach. Wait, that is kind of outrageous, if you think about it. 

Also, if you want to be truly outrageous, you should consult this person and then watch this. 

What kind of ghosts do you think this attracts? Princesses?

                                       

Uncanny.

Listen, Subway

I'm going to need you to wrap my sandwich in more layers. I know that you already wrap it first in a layer of white deli paper, followed by that second layer of printed deli paper, and then you stuff into a plastic sleeve sack, cushioning it in a nest of approximately fifty to eighty napkins, but that's just not enough for me. 

When I go to your restaurant, and sit down inside it to eat my sandwich, five seconds after you hand it to me, I don't want to just un-swaddle three barriers in order to hit bread - I want more. 

Here's what I suggest: after you've sacked it up, place that sack inside a shoebox. I don't care what brand. Next, place that shoebox in a safe. It's up to you whether or not you're going to provide the combination. I'm not afraid of safecracking. In fact, if my lunch is waiting as a reward, I will just crack that much faster. In any case, after my turkey sub is securely locked away, place that safe inside a treasure chest. Then freeze that treasure chest until it's coated in a thick layer of ice. Then, finally, wrap the giant ice block in one more layer of deli paper. That's how I want my sandwich from now. Thank you. 

Also, writing that just totally reminded me of this!

Lady Lovely Gross

I keep trying to explain Lady Lovely Locks to my student, and as I do so, I realize more and more how gross the concept is. Think about it. She's a princess, with three vermin-like animals who just crawl into her hair when she calls them. "Oh, you like my lavender extensions? Thanks! Yeah, it's actually the long, curled tail of a ferrel rabbit that flies around in a bunch of glitter." 

I guess they are totally helpful. Check out this clip. There's like, a little bit of dialogue in the beginning, and then just ten minutes of only giggling.

Would You Rather

My students and I were playing a round of "Would You Rather" and my fifth-grader came up with one that started, "Would you rather live in an ice cream shop," and I was nodding, already liking the first option, and then she continued, "but it's haunted, or..." Wait a second. Haunted? Not so fast! This is no ordinary ice cream shop! "What's my second choice?" I asked.

My other option was "living in a car in the woods that are full of monsters and it's always night."

Wow. This was going to be a tough one. I don't like it when it's always night. In the end, I chose ice cream shop, because I like ice cream, and I think I could tolerate some paranormal activity if necessary.

Then, she insisted that we explain our dream houses, jobs, and cities.

Her dream job: Alice or Tinkerbell at Disneyland.

Her dream house: Really big mansion with long white marble staircases and the white marble staircases have gold railings.

Her dream city: Everything is made out of candy: the roads are chocolate bars, the clouds are whipped cream, the rain is marshmallows. And, blood is jam.


"What?"


"Blood is jam."


"Eww. Like strawberry jam? Like in Candyworld your blood is strawberry jam?"


"Yeah!"


Think about how creepy it is that she thought of that! She just went from a perfectly acceptable childhood fantasy, in which your world looks exactly like that old school Dairy Queen commercial, to "I want to eat some blood!" What is she, some sort of Cullen?

I guess it is kind of sweet and innocent though. Taking something sad and gory and turning it into something that may very well be pumping through Strawberry Shortcake's veins as we speak.

In any case, I'm still thinking of exactly what would constitute my dream house, my dream job, and my dream city; but there's one thing I know for sure. Every time I enter a Cold Stone Creamery, for a flickering moment, I will wonder what it would be like to live inside, pestered by poltergeists, surrounded by floating cones.

What carbs?

April Fools' Day Lunch!

Okay, I know, I'm obsessed with this project. I've put it up on Facebook and texted it to like twenty of my friends. Each person that came into my classroom on April Fools' Day had to listen to me explain all the ingredients in detail. I just can't get enough! 

If you want to make it yourself, it's really easy. All you need to do is slice and toast pound cake for the "grilled cheese." Cut it diagonally before frosting. Smooth bright yellow frosting on the toast and assemble your tiny sandwiches. 

Next, zap green apple or watermelon-flavored Airheads taffy in the microwave and break it into small pieces. Roll the pieces into tiny green balls for the "peas."

Last, add one scoop of vanilla ice cream with caramel or butterscotch for a total mashed potatoes and gravy look-a-like!

My students ate their treat, and then flew around the room like Quidditch players, powered by the force of what must have been a truckload of pure cane sugar.  They promptly crashed twenty minutes later. 

I think I may have actually gotten a cavity just from just handling that much taffy. I spent the rest of the day smelling like the Melody Skate Rink snack counter. Which was kind of nice actually. 

In any case, it was totally worth it. And do you know what else was totally worth it? The five minutes I just spent immersed in total Nerdland trying to figure out if you capitalize "Quidditch" or not. There are some serious nerds out there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to look up a recipe for a hamburger cake.