First, there was news that “Baby Gaga,” a specialty ice cream made from mothers’ breast milk, was selling like, if you’ll pardon the expression, hot cakes, at The Icecreamist store in London. And now, according to “The Placenta Cookbook,” an article in this week’s New York magazine, “For a growing number of new mothers, there’s no better nutritional snack after childbirth than the fruit of their own labor.”
One woman is quoted thus: “When I was pregnant, I just craved organs. I’d go to Diner (a Williamsburg restaurant) and order beef hearts, marrow…so the placenta just made sense. After I gave birth, I threw a chunk of placenta in the Vitamix with coconut water and a banana. It gave me the wildest rush.”
When is cannibalism not cannibalism? Also, one wonders, what next? Tossed salads garnished not with bacon bits but with crispy foreskins from routine circumcisions? Pate made from stomach lint? Energy drinks flavored with salt from one’s own sweat? Some dogs have been known to eat their own fecal matter. Perhaps we can learn something from Man’s Best Friend. Waste not, want not.